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Pastime Stories 

FOR BOYS AND GIRLS 


MAUDE M. GRANT 

PRINCIPAL CENTRAL SCHOoClSieN^ROE, MICHIGAN 


BY 


Illustrated by 



THE SOUTHERN PUBLISHING COMPANY 
DALLAS, TEXAS 



Copyright, 1924 

BY 

THE SOUTHERN PUBLISHING COMPANY 

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 


Printed in the United States of America 

f)re 31 *24 

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PREFACE 


“Know you what it is to be a child? It is to have a 
spirit yet streaming from the waters of baptism. It is 
to believe in Love and Loveliness; to believe in Belief. 
It is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in 
your ear. It is to turn pumpkins into coaches and mice 
into horses, Lowliness into Loftiness and Nothing into 
Everything, for each child has a fairv godmother in its 
own soul.” 

A child is influenced greatly by his first impressions. 
It is important, not only that he gain the right impres¬ 
sion, but also that he gain impressions that will be of 
benefit to him in his character formation. Impressions 
in the home radiating love, unselfishness, generosity, 
obedience, self-control, and kindness are of incalculable 
benefit to the growing child, whose plastic mind is a 
house to be filled (to quote Ruskin) with the “sesame 
which opens doors, doors, not of robbers’ caves, but of 
Kings’ Treasuries.” 

Stories depicting good qualities are of value in char¬ 
acter building. In reading stories, the children should 
be trained to look for certain properties, characteristics, 
and peculiarities which exercise and act as a stimulus 
to thought. 

The questions at the close of each story in this book 
are intended to stimulate the child’s thought and inter¬ 
est and to ascertain if he has read the story intelligently. 

Most people are slovenly in their thinking, and 
teachers should endeavor so to stimulate and develop 
thought on the part of the child that through his own 
thinking the child can take the initiative and become a 


personality capable of self-direction. Call the atten¬ 
tion of the children to the beautiful, not only in Nature 
and Art, but in other things as well—the fine qualities 
of human nature, the utilities of life, and other pleasing 
creations. 

“Eyes have they but they see not; ears have they 
but they hear not.’’ It is our duty as teachers to open 
the eyes that see not and the ears that hear not, and by 
a word or suggestion train our children to see and 
appreciate for themselves. 

“Learn something beautiful, 

See Something beautiful, 

Do something beautiful 
Each day of your life.” 

The following selections by the author are used with 
the kind permission of the F. A. Owen Publishing 
Company, Dansville, N. Y.: “Seeds’’; “Greedy Nan 
and the Shadow Bees’’; “The Lacework of the Trees”; 
“My Beans”; “The Army of the Wind.” 

With permission of the Educational Publishing Com¬ 
pany, Boston, Mass.: “Two Little Eskimo Boys”; 
“Spring.” 

With permission of the Churchill-Grindell Company, 
Platteville, Wis.: “Our Flag.” 

Maude M. Grant. 

Monroe, Michigan. 


TABLE OF CONTENTS 


My Books. 

The Thoroughbred Twins . 
(Lessons in) 

Promptness . . . . 

Kindness. 

Helpfulness . . . . 

Thoughtfulness . 
Generosity . . . . 

Truthfulness 

Courtesy. 

Patience. 

Cleanliness . . . . 

The Train Boy . . . . 

The Cord Game . . . . 

The Milkweed Birdies . 
The Old Soldier . . . . 

Seeds . 

The Shadow Bees . 

The Old Book . . . . 

Do You Know . . . . 

The Fairy Pot of Gold . 
The Wise Men and the Star 
The Stored Sunshine 
The Lacework of the Trees 
The Master Key 
Beyond the Mountains . . 

The Northland . . . . 


PAGE 

1 

3 

3 

5 

7 

9 

11 

13 

15 

17 

19 

21 

22 

24 

25 

28 

29 

38 

39 

40 

52 

54 

61 

62 

75 

77 



























PAGE 

Two Little Eskimo Boys.78 

The Wind.83 

What Ted Did.85 

The Army of the Wind.95 

The Little Brown Book.96 

Sunrise on the Sea.99 

The Frost Children’s Picnic.100 

Our Flag.107 

The Pilgrims.109 

Patty’s Pie.Ill 

A Riddle.122 

Spring.123 

Sparkle. 124 

The Thunder Story.129 

In the Meadow.131 

Toadstools.132 

Luis and Juanita.133 

The Pussies.149 

Gemma’s Letter.150 

The Tulip.159 

The Tulip Cups.159 

The Disobedience of Ikey Jacob.161 

The Swiss Children.183 

The Story of Iris and the Rainbow Bridge . . .193 

Geography. 199 

When George Washington Wrote a Letter . .201 


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MY BOOKS 


My books tell me stories, 
The nicest there are, 
About all kinds of things 
Both at home and afar. 

They tell me of countries 
Oh, far, far away; 

They tell me of giants 
And castles so gray. 

They tell me of children. 
Good, bad and all. 



They tell me of Jack 
And the Beanstalk so tall. 

The Three Bears and Goldilocks— 
Oh yes, and then, 

The Three Little Pigs 
And the Little Red Hen. 

I love all my books; 

I care for them well. 

And I love the stories 
That to me they tell. 

QUESTIONS 

Do you know about Jack and the Beanstalk? 
Goldilocks and the Three Bears? 

The Little Red Hen? 

The Three Little Pigs? 

Which one do you like the best? Why? 



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THE THOROUGHBRED TWINS 
PROMPTNESS 

Teddy and Theo Thoroughbred are twin 
brother and sister. When they started to 
school, Mother said: 

“Now, children, you must be prompt. 
That means you must not only be on time but 
be quick and ready to do your work and to 
obey all rules. When one is not prompt to 
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see, to act and to do, it injures not only the 
person himself, but others as well. Remem¬ 
ber this, and be prompt in all things.” 

So Teddy and Theo promised and ran on 
to school. Near the park they met Sammy 
Slow. He was playing with his cart. 

“Why are you going so fast?” asked 
Sammy. “School does not begin for half an, 
hour.” 

But Teddy and Theo hurried on. They 
did not want to be late. 

“If we are late, it will make Mother and 
Miss Ray feel bad,” said Theo. 

“If we are late, other children might think 
they could be late, too; and if all the children 
were late, what kind of a school would we 
have? If we didn’t start promptly, we’d 
never be prompt in anything we did all day. 
We can help by being prompt ourselves and 
setting an example,” said Teddy. 

QUESTIONS 

What does promptness mean? 

How can we influence by example? 

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KINDNESS 


It was a warm day in June. Teddy and 
Then sat on the porch looking at the pictures 
in a new book. Down the street came the 
vegetable man. He had a big wagon filled 
with fresh vegetables. His horse was poor 
and old. A boy sat on the wagon seat and 
held the horse while the vegetable man went 
into the houses. They stopped in front of 
the Thoroughbred house. 

“Is there a drinking fountain near here?” 
called the boy from the wagon. 

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“No,” answered Teddy. “Do you want 
some water?” 

“Oh, yes,” said the boy, “I am so hot and 
thirsty; and old Bob, the horse, is thirsty, 
too. We have been a long time on the 
road.” 

“Come in, and I will give you some 
water,” said Theo. “Teddy will hold your 
horse for you.” 

So the boy came in, and Theo gave him a 
glass of cold water and a seed cake. Then 
Teddy and the boy carried out a pailful of 
water for the old horse. 

“You have been very kind,” said the boy. 

“Not at all,” said Teddy. 

“We were glad to do it for you,” said 
Theo. 


QUESTIONS 

Name some vegetables. 

What did Theo give the boy? 

What did Teddy give the horse? 
Have you been kind to anyone today? 
What did you do? 


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HELPFULNESS 


Sally Snob lived next door to Theo and 
Teddy Thoroughbred. She vs^as a selfish 
little girl, and she was not always kind. She 
liked to play with the little Thoroughbreds. 
They were never cross with her, and they 
willingly shared their playthings. She 
wanted to play all the time. 

“We can’t play all the time, Sally,” said 
Theo. “We have to learn to do useful 
things. I cannot play with you this morn¬ 
ing, because I have to make my bed and 
dust my room.” 

“But Ann or your mother would do it,” 
said Sally. 

“No,” answered Theo, “it is my work, and 
I must do it.” 

“Then I’ll play with Teddy,” pouted Sally. 
But Teddy said, “I have my work, too, Sally. 
I have to sweep the porch and the front walk, 
and then I must do an errand for Mother.” 

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QUESTIONS 
What is selfishness? 

Why did Sally Snob like to play with the Thor¬ 
oughbred children? 

Why couldn’t the twins play all the time? 

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Sally frowned. “I don’t have to work,” 
she said, and ran away home. 

“But everybody has to work,” said Teddy 
to Theo, and Theo answered: “Boys and 
girls can be useful as well as grown-ups.” 



















THOUGHTFULNESS 

Every morning Teddy and Theo passed 
the little old lady’s house on their way to 
school. The little old lady was a great friend 
of the twins. She had a garden, and she 
often gave flowers to Theo and Teddy. One 
day they saw her standing in her garden. 
She looked sad. 

“Jack Frost came last night,” she said to 
the children, “and just see what he did to my 
beautiful plants! I did not cover them, and 
he has nipped every one. Now I will have 
no pretty plants for my house in winter.” 

Teddy and Theo looked at the frozen 
plants and were very sorry for the little old 
lady. They went on their way to school. 

“I’ll tell you what we can do,” said Teddy, 
“we can save our money, and we can buy 
our dear little old lady two beautiful plants 
for Thanksgiving Day.” 

And the day before Thanksgiving, Teddy 
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and Theo took two fine plants to the little old 
lady. They made her very happy. 

“What good, thoughtful children you 
are!” she said. 

QUESTIONS 

What did the old lady give the twins? 

Why was she sad one morning? 

What did Theo and Teddy plan to do? 

When did they give the plants to the old lady? 
What did the old lady say? 

What does thoughtfulness mean? 

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GENEROSITY 


Patty Penny and her brother Dick lived 
across the alley. The alley was back of the 
Thoroughbred house. The Pennys were 
very poor. Teddy and Theo felt sorry for 
them because they were ragged, dirty, and 
often hungry. 

Sally Snob made fun of Patty and Dick. 
She would laugh at them and make faces. 

“I don’t suppose the Pennys will have any 
Christmas,” said Sally. “They are too poor. 
Of course, they will feel bad, but I can’t help 
it. I’m going to have a beautiful Christmas 
myself,” she added. 

But Teddy and Theo planned a Christmas 
surprise for Patty and her little brother. 
Mother found some warm clothes, and Theo 
and Teddy packed a basket full of books 
and toys. 

“I will give Patty my doll,” said Theo. “I 
will give Dick my sled,” said Teddy. 



Mother filled a basket with goodies, and 
on Christmas Day Teddy and Theo took the 
things across the alley to Patty and Dick. 

Patty and Dick had never had such a 
beautiful Christmas, and the Thoroughbred 
twins were very happy. 

QUESTIONS 

What kind of children were the Penny children? 

What did Sally Snob do? 

How did the twins give the Pennys a glad 
Christmas? 

Why were the twins happy themselves? 

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TRUTHFULNESS 

The birthday of the Thoroughbred twins 
came in January. Father and Mother gave 
each of them a beautiful ring. Teddy’s ring 
was a perfect fit, but Theo’s was too large. 
Both children were very much pleased with 
their new rings and put them on at once. 

“Mother will change yours for a smaller 
one, Theo,” said Father, but Theo begged 
to wear it for a little while, and Mother said 
she might if she would be careful not to 
lose it. Then the twins went out to play. 

Patty and Dick were in the alley. Theo 
showed Patty her new ring and let her try 
it on. Then Theo put the ring back on her 
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own finger, and they all began to play tag. 
Soon Sally Snob came along. 

“My mother won’t let me play with the 
Pennys,” she said. 

Just then Theo called, “Oh, I have lost 
my ring! What will Mother say? And I 
promised her I would be so careful!’’ 

“Don’t tell her you lost it. Tell her you 
let Patty try it on, and she kept it,” said Sally. 

“Oh, oh,” cried Teddy and Theo, “that is 
not the truth! Why, Sally, what a wicked 
thing to say!” 

Then Teddy- and Theo ran right into the 
house and told Mother all about it. “Al¬ 
ways, always be truthful,” said Mother. 

QUESTIONS 

What did the twins get for their birthday? 

Did the rings fit? 

What game did the children play? 

Can you play that game? 

Where did they play? 

What happened to Theo’s ring? 

What did Sally Snob say? 

What did Theo and Teddy do? 

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COURTESY 


“Mother says we may have a Valentine 
party,” said Teddy. “She says we may ask 
anyone we choose.” 

So the twins invited all their little friends, 
among them, Sally Snob and Patty and Dick 
Penny. All the children came to the party. 

“What made you invite the Pennys?” 
asked Sally Snob. “I’m not going to play 
with them. They are poor, and they haven’t 
any good clothes.” 

Then Sally went about among the boys 
and girls and made fun of Patty and Dick 
and whispered unkind things about them. 
Patty and Dick stood in a corner and their 
eyes filled with tears. Theo and Teddy saw 
them. They ran up to them. “Come and 
play in the circle,” they called. 

So Patty and Dick went into the circle 
and had a happy time, for the other children 
were as kind to them as Teddy and Theo. 

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At supper they sat by the twins and had 
all kinds of good things to eat, and little red 
heart boxes filled with red heart candies to 
take home. 

“I never had such a good time,” said Patty. 

But Sally Snob never said a word. 

QUESTIONS 

What kind of a party did the twins have? 

Whom did they invite? 

What did Sally Snob say? 

Why did she not want to play with the Pennys? 

How did Theo and Teddy treat Patty and Dick? 

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PATIENCE 

One day the Thoroughbred twins went 
over to play with Sally Snob. They were all 
busy cutting paper dolls when Sally’s grand¬ 
mother called Sally to hold some yarn for 
her to wind. Sally grumbled and said she 
did not want to, but Theo said, “Oh come, 
Sally, it is fun to wind yarn. I’ll hold it, and 
you can wind, and we will help your grand¬ 
mother.” 

So Theo held the yarn and Sally wound it. 

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After a while the yarn began to tangle, and 
Sally, in a temper, threw down the ball. “I 
can’t untangle it,” she said, “and I am not 
going to try.” So she went back to her paper 
dolls. Teddy jumped up from the table and 
ran to Theo. “I’ll untangle it,” he said. 

And after working at it a long time, he 
finally did get all the tangles out and wound 
the ball smoothly for Sally’s grandmother. 

“Thank you, dears, you have shown great 
patience,” said Grandmother. “Sally gave 
up long ago.” 

“Mother says Thoroughbreds never give 
up,” said Teddy. 


QUESTIONS 

Where did the twins go? 

What were they doing? 

What did Sally’s grandmother want? 
Who wound the yarn? 

What happened? 

What did Sally do? 

What is a temper? 

Who helped Theo untangle the yarn? 
What did Sally’s grandmother say? 
What is patience? 

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CLEANLINESS 


“Patty Penny is such an untidy girl,” said 
Sally Snob. “Her hair is never combed and 
her hands are always dirty.” 

“Yes,” said Theo Thoroughbred, “that is 
true, Sally. Perhaps we can help her.” 

“Help her?” said Sally. “I will have 
nothing to do with her. She doesn’t know 
enough to keep clean.” 

“That is the reason,” said Theo. “Poor 
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Patty has no one to tell her. Perhaps I can 
help her in some way.” 

So Theo walked home from school with 
Patty. “I will have to hurry and wash my 
hands and face all clean before dinner,” said 
she. 

“Why, Theo,” said Patty, "your hands are 
not dirty. Just look at mine!” 

“Oh, but Patty,” said Theo, “Mother says 
we must always keep our hands and faces 
and bodies very clean indeed. She says 
everyone can do that, even if she is very, 
very poor.” 

Patty looked ashamed. “I can keep my 
face and hands clean,” she said, “and I will 
wash Dick, too.” 

“It will make you feel better, and you will 
be happier,” said Theo. “It always makes 
one happier to be clean.” 

QUESTIONS 

What does cleanliness mean? 

Besides our persons, what other things must we 
keep clean? How does it help people and make 
them better to be clean? 

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THE TRAIN BOY 

Popcorn, peanuts, here today. 

Buy them of me while you may. 

Candy, apples, do buy some, 
Crackerjack and spearmint gum. 

Latest magazines today. 

Help to pass the time away. 

Fruit and chocolate, do try some. 
Popcorn, peanuts, spearmint gum. 

QUESTIONS 

Why do you think the train boy says “Buy them 
of me while you may?” 

What is crackerjack? 

Give the names of some magazines. 

What are some of the fruits the trainboy sells? 
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THE CORD GAME 

It was a dreary November day. The 
wind blew the bare branches of the trees, and 
the cold rain splashed drearily down. The 
children could not go out to play. “What 
can we do, Mother?” they asked. “We have 
played until we are tired. Can you think of 
something for us to do?” 

“Yes,” said Mother, “run downstairs and 
ask Minnie to give each of you a big 
white plate from the kitchen. Then bring 
me the ball of green cord and a glass of 
water.” 

The children hurried to do her bidding. 
Amy ran to the kitchen for the plates, and 
George brought the cord and a glass of 
water. They watched with interest while 
their mother cut off a piece of cord about 
fourteen inches in length. She tied the ends 
in a small knot. Then she dipped the cord 
in the glass of water and wet it well. 

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“Now watch,” said she, “I am going to 
make outline pictures on the plate.” 

She put the wet cord on a plate, and with a 
pencil deftly pushed it about. 

“Oh, it’s a pear,” cried George delight' 
edly. 

“Yes, now look,” and with a few touches 
of the pencil the outline of the pear changed. 

“It’s a shoe, now,” said Amy. 

Then Mother gave the plate and the cord 
to Amy and helped George with his plate 
and cord. It was great fun, and the children 
thought of a great many things to make— 
hearts, birds, circles, fish, squares, triangles, 
flowers, eyeglasses, and I don’t know what 
all! You try it for yourself and see how 
many things you can make. 

QUESTIONS 

What words in this story tell us what kind of a 
day it was? 

What things did Mother tell the children to get? 

Where did the children get the plates? 

What outline pictures did Mother make? 

What outline pictures did the children make? 


MILKWEED BIRDIES 

'j 

Fluffy and dainty, the white milkweed 
birdies 

Spread out their soft wings and float far 
away, 

Over the fields and the brown dusty roadside. 
Over the hillsides, away and away. 

Each little fluffy and dainty white birdie 
Carries and plants a brown seed here and 
there; 

And next year, when soft blow the winds of 
the Autumn, 

More white milkweed birdies will float on 
the air. 


QUESTIONS 

What are the milkweed seeds called in this 
poem? 

Read the first stanza and tell where they fly. 
What does each milkweed hirdie carry? 

What happens to the brown seeds? 

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THE OLD SOLDIER 


Jessie and Alice had come to visit Aunt 
Harriet, and Aunt Harriet did everything 
she could to make their visit a happy one. 
One day she told them that they were all go¬ 
ing to take a ride on the Mississippi River. 
Both the little girls were delighted; for the 
Mississippi is the longest river in the world, 
and they had never even seen it. So they 
boarded a funny little steamboat at St. Paul 
and steamed slowly down the great river be¬ 
tween steep banks and islands whose pretty 
willow trees drooped gracefully in the water. 

After a while they landed on a floating 
dock near the Soldiers’ Home. There was 
a little shop near the dock, and Aunt Har¬ 
riet bought each of the little girls an ice 
cream cone. She said it would refresh them 
while they climbed up the steep rocky path 
that led to the grounds of the Soldiers’ 
Home. 


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On the way, they passed several old sol¬ 
diers, and they, one and all, had a pleasant 
word of greeting for Aunt Harriet and the 
two little girls. When they reached the 
beautiful grounds on the top of the high 
bluff, they sat on a bench to rest and watched 
an old soldier feed the squirrels. The 
squirrels were very tame. The old soldier sat 


on a bench, and all the little squirrels came j 
around him, and he gave them nuts. They i 
stood up and held out their little paws, and 
some of the bolder ones even poked into the 
old man’s pockets. Jessie and Alice were de¬ 
lighted with the pretty sight. Then the old 
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soldier clapped his hands, and away scurried 
all the squirrels, The old man then came 
up to the little girls. 

“I have something for little girls as well 
as for little squirrels,” said the old man pleas¬ 
antly, and he put his hand in his pocket and 
drew out two of the prettiest little peach 
stone baskets the girls had ever seen. He 
gave one to Jessie and one to Alice. The 
girls were much pleased and thanked the old 
man for his pretty gifts. 

When they went home, they slipped rib¬ 
bons through the handles of the little baskets 
and wore them around their necks. They 
always kept the baskets as a remembrance of 
their pleasant trip on the great river and of 
the old soldier who had been so kind to them. 

QUESTIONS 

What fact does the story tell us about the Mis¬ 
sissippi River? 

What is a Soldiers’ Home? 

What were the old soldier’s pets? 

What did he give his pets? 

What did he give the little girls? 


SEEDS 


Sing a song of little seeds 
In the bright fall weather, 

Flowers, grass and dusty weeds. 

Gone to seed together. 

Sing a song of Autumn winds. 

Blowing loud and clear; 

Brown seeds fall from pod and stem. 
And scatter far and near. 

Sing a song of rains in spring. 

Soft warm breezes blow; 

All the seeds of Autumn then. 

Grow and grow and grow. 

QUESTIONS 

What day do these words make you think of—• 
Chestnuts, cookies, apples, turkey, cakes, mince 
pie, pumpkin pie, celery, squash, turnips, pota¬ 
toes, cranberries, oysters, oranges, nuts, bananas? 

Can you write a little story about five of these 
things? 


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THE SHADOW BEES 

The Shadow Bees are queer little gnomes 
who live far, far away. They have gauzy 
wings like a bee, and they can fly, oh, very 
fast! They live in the meadow lands, up on 
the mountains, on the cliffs by the sea; and 
some of them even live in the crowded cities. 
They have a king—“Good King Shadow 
Bee” he is called. 

The Shadow Bees are kindly little folk, 
and their mission in life is to discipline chil¬ 
dren who need it. These are the children 
who make others unhappy by their bad 
actions, unkindness, and selfishness. When 
the Shadow Bees find such children, they 
take them and in some way they show them 
their faults so that the children see just how 
they appear to others; and in most cases 
they are so ashamed that they never repeat 
their bad actions. 


[29] 


GREEDY NAN AND THE SHADOW 
BEES 

Nannie was a glutton,— 

Not a pretty word,—oh well! 

But the actions of a glutton 
Are even worse to tell. 

Perhaps there are some children 
Who know the meaning not? 

Well,—a glutton is a person 
Who eats more than quite a lot! 

Nan was fat and chubby. 

As folks should be who eat; 

Her cheeks were like red apples. 
And she had fat hands and feet. 

At table Nannie always 
Ate up her own large share; 

And then she’d eat her brother’s. 
And hang around his chair. 

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If ever anything was left, 

’Twas eaten up by Nan, 

And all her family said of her, 

“We wonder how she can!” 

The pies and cakes her mother made. 
The cookies, pickles, too. 

All vanished when fat Nan came round. 
As sun drinks up the dew! 

One day some guests her mother had; 
She cooked a supper good. 

And then she set the table. 

And placed on it the food. 

But ere the guests could sit them down. 
In ran the greedy Nan; 

She gathered all the dainties up. 

And put them in a pan. 

Then to the field she ran away. 

And hid behind a gate; 

She held the big pan in her lap. 

And ate and ate and ate. 

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Her mother came and found her, 

And sent her off to bed; 

“I would not care if Shadow Bees 
Came after you,” she said. 

And then as silent in her bed 
Lay greedy, greedy Nan; 

She heard a thin voice speak aloud, 

“Get up now if you can!” 

She looked around,—her room was full 
Of many Shadow Bees; 

She wondered much what she could do. 
These small folk to appease. 

“We’ll have to take you, come with us; 

Your greed we cannot stand; 

There is no girl as greedy 
As you in all the land.” 

They dragged her up, they dragged her 
down. 

They dragged her far away 
To great King Shadow Bee’s abode. 

His towering castle gray. 

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They put her in a tower room, 

And filled it up with food; 

“Stay here until you eat it all,” 

They said in accents rude. 

Now Nan was nothing loth to eat. 
And straightway she began 

To nibble doughnuts, cakes, and cheese 
And bread bespread with jam. 

Then all at once the sight of food 
Made her so very ill, 

“I never can eat all this food, 

I never, never will!” 

“Go on and eat,” cried Shadow Bees, 
“You must eat more and more; 

You haven’t made a passage yet 
But half way to the door!” 

So Nan was forced to eat and eat. 

She grew so very stout 

That when she reached the little door. 
She hardly could get out! 

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“The time has come,” cried Shadow Bees, 
“To roll her out like dough; 

We cannot leave her as she is; 

She’s much too fat, you know.” 

So off they hurried luckless Nan, 

And down upon the plain. 

They laid her like a heap of dough 
To be rolled flat again. 

They took a huge, huge rolling pin. 

And rolled this way and that; 

They rolled her up and rolled her down. 
Till she was smooth and flat. 

“We’ll round her off about the size 
She really ought to be.” 

The King said, “I’ll attend to that; 

Please leave it all to me!” 

And so he rounded Nannie off,— 

She jumped up with a scream. 

And found that all this wretched tale 
Was just a horrid dream. 

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'‘Oh Shadow Bees,’’ she cried, "this dream 
ril always, always heed; 
ril stop my dreadful gluttony, 

I will, I will indeed!” 

And you’ll be glad to know that Nan 
Thereafter kept her vow ; 

She tried not to be selfish. 

And she is not greedy now. 

QUESTIONS 

What are gnomes? 

What kind of wings have they? 

Where do they live? 

What is their work? 

What does discipline mean? 

What is a glutton? 

How did Nan look? 

Why did she look so? 

When her mother had company, what did Nan 
do? 

How did her mother punish her? 

Who came and took her away? 

Where did they take her? 

Where did they put her? 

What is a tower? 

What was in the tower room? 

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What did Nan have to do? 

How did it make her feel? 

How did the Shadow Bees say she could get 
out of the room? 

What happened when Nan got to the door? 
Where did the Shadow Bees take Nan? 

What did they do to her? 

What did King Shadow Bee do? 

Was this all true? 

What did Nan think about her dream? 

What did she promise? 

Did she keep her promise? 


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THE OLD BOOK 
I am a book,— and I used to be 
As pretty a book as ever you’d see. 

My covers were fresh and bright and new, 
And my pages were clean and white all 
through. 

But now I am old and ragged and soiled; 
My pretty covers are limp and spoiled; 

My pages are marked and torn,— a sight! 
Where once the paper was clean and white. 

My back is broken,—my spirit too; 

I’m really ashamed to be seen by you! 

“That torn old book?” I hear some one say, 
“I wouldn’t touch it! Throw it away! 

Is it my fault, readers, large and small. 

That I am forsaken, despised by all? 

Yet once on a time I used to be 
As pretty a book as ever you’d seel 
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DO YOU KNOW 

That ginger is a root? 

That raisins are dried grapes? 

That vanilla comes from a bean? 

That Thomas Jefferson wrote the Declara¬ 
tion of Independence? 

That John Paul Jones raised the first 
American flag at sea? 

That Betsy Ross made the first flag? 

That perfumes, vaseline and dyes are 
made from coal tar? 

That orange trees have blossoms and fruit 
at the same time? 

That diamonds are carbon like coal and 
sugar? 

That the Pacific is the deepest ocean? 

That Texas is the largest state? 

That mahogany grows in Mexico? 

That rubber is the gum of a tree? 


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THE FAIRY POT OF GOLD 

Once upon a time at the edge of a village 
near a deep, dark forest lived a poor wood¬ 
cutter and his little granddaughter Marcelle, 
a pretty child with eyes as blue as the sky and 
hair of flaxen hue. Little Marcelle dearly 
loved her old grandfather and did every¬ 
thing she could to help him. She set the 
table, washed the vegetables, and helped her 
grandfather in the garden. 

She would often go with him into the 
forest and help bring home the bundles of 
wood he had cut. And three times a day she 
would take her little bucket and go to the old 
stone well in the village and bring back a 
bucketful of the clear cold water. The vil¬ 
lage children loved Marcelle; for she was 
kind and good and they often begged her to 
tell them the stories her grandfather told her. 
Of all the stories that her grandfather told, 
Marcelle loved best the tale of the “Fairy 
Pot of Gold.” 


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This pot of gold, grandfather said, was to 
be found at the foot of the rainbow; and 
happy indeed would be the one to discover 
and claim it for his own. But as yet, no one 
had found it, for no one had ever really 
come to the foot of the rainbow. 



Often after a summer shower, little Mar- 
celle would sit in the doorway of the little 
cottage and look at the beautiful rainbow 
as it arched in the sky above the trees of the 
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dark forest. She was never able to see the 
end of the rainbow for the tall trees hid it 
from view. 

“Some day,” she would say, “I am going 
to travel away, away, until I come to the end 
of the rainbow. Then I will get the pot of 
gold and bring it home to you, dear grand¬ 
father, and we will be rich and happy!” 

Then grandfather would smile and stroke 
little Marcelle’s flaxen head and say, “Well, 
—who knows? Perhaps my little girl will 
be the one to find the end of the rainbow and 
the fairy pot of gold. But remember, my 
little Marcelle, you must be kind and good 
while you are seeking for it,—you must not 
think so much of the pot of gold that you 
have no time to think about helping others. 
For it is by doing good deeds and helping 
others that you will finally discover the Road 
to the End of the Rainbow.” 

Then one day the good old grandfather 
died, and little Marcelle was left all alone in 
the little cottage at the edge of the forest. 

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She was very lonely, for she sorely missed 
her kind old grandfadier. 

One day after a sudden shower, she was 
standing in her doorway, and looking up, 
she saw a beautiful rainbow in the sky. How 
lovely it was, with its colors melting and fad¬ 
ing into one another! and how brightly it 
gleamed above the tree tops! “The rain¬ 
bow ! I will follow it until I come to the end 
of it, and I will find the fairy pot of gold,” 
said little Marcelle to herself. 

She went into the cottage, and taking her 
little blue cloak and putting some bread and 
cheese in her basket, she started out to find 
the end of the rainbow. 

The colors in the sky were not quite so 
bright now, but Marcelle went bravely out 
into the forest in the direction of the rain¬ 
bow. As she went on among the thick trees, 
now and then she lost sight of the beautiful 
colors. But she was not afraid, for she loved 
the forest; and she was sure she was going in 
the right direction. By and by when she 


looked up, she could not see the rainbow at 
all, but still she went on. 

She heard a fluttering and a distressed 
chirping near by under a bush, and looking 
to see what it was, she found a little yellow 
bird with its claw caught in the tough 
tendrils of a vine. 

“Poor little bird,” said Marcelle, “I will 
help you,” and she gently pulled and broke 
the vine and set the little bird free. “Little 
bird, can you tell me the Road to the End of 
the Rainbow?” she asked, but the little bird 
shook its golden head and flew away through 
the woods and little Marcelle went on. 

Farther on she heard a piteous crying and 
stopped near the trunk of a fallen tree. A 
little fox with soft yellow fur lay under a 
heavy branch. His leg was cut and bleed¬ 
ing. Marcelle stopped; and tearing a strip 
from her handkerchief, she bound up the 
wounded leg and helped the little fox to rise. 
“Little fox, can you tell me where I will find 
the Road to the End of the Rainbow?” she 



asked. But the little fox only looked at her 
and shook his head as he limped away into 
the forest. 

“I must hurry on or I will not reach the 
end of the rainbow,” said Marcelle to her¬ 


self. “It will soon be dark and then I can¬ 
not see,” and indeed the shadows were gath¬ 
ering even now under the big trees. 

Marcelle, by this time, had traveled a 
long way. Late in the evening she came 
to a little village on the other side of the 
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forest. Here she found a little child wan¬ 
dering about and crying bitterly. “What is 
the matter, little one?” asked Marcelle 
kindly, and the child answered, “I am 
hungry and I have lost my way.” 

Marcelle opened her basket and gave the 
child a bit of bread and cheese to eat. Then 
she took him by the hand and led him into 
the village. He was a pretty child with hair 
as yellow as gold. 

In the village, she met the child’s mother 
and the mother thanked her for being so 
kind to her little boy. “Come and stay with 
us,” she said. “We have plenty of room for 
a little girl like you.” 

But Marcelle answered, “I am seeking the 
Road to the End of the Rainbow; perhaps 
you can tell me where to find it.” But the 
woman shook her head. “I do not know that 
road,” said she, and little Marcelle went on. 

For many days she traveled, always look¬ 
ing for the Road to the End of the Rainbow. 
She always remembered what her grand- 


father had told her—that she must be kind 
and helpful to any she might chance to meet 
on the way, and she tried not to think too 
much of the pot of gold that was waiting at 
the rainbow’s end. She helped the poor 
and needy as she traveled on through the 
world. 

Once she stopped near a great battle-field, 
and for many days she helped nurse the 
wounded soldiers; and after her work was 
over, she asked the soldiers if perchance they 
could tell her the Road to the End of the 
Rainbow. 

“There is a wise man who lives in a little 
cottage near the edge of the forest,” they told 
her, “and if anyone can tell you the way, he 
can,” they said. So they pointed out the way 
to the wise man’s house, and it was a long, 
long way over many weary miles. 

Now Marcelle had been traveling over 
the world so long looking for the end of the 
rainbow, that she was no longer a little girl 
with flaxen braids, but an old, old woman 
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with snow white hair. She followed the way 
to the wise man’s house, and when she came 
to it, what was her surprise and joy to find 
that it was her grandfather’s old cottage! 
She knocked at the door and the wise man 
came out, and to Marcelle he seemed 
strangely like her grandfather. “What is it, 
my daughter?” asked the wise man gently, 
and Marcelle answered, 

“I have come to ask you the Road to the 
End of the Rainbow. There is a pot of gold 
there. I have been seeking it for many years, 
and I am very tired. Can you tell me the 
way, good sir?” 

And the wise man said, “Come into the 
cottage and rest. There is a storm coming 
up, and when it is over, there will be a rain¬ 
bow. Then I will show you the road to the 
end of it, and you will find the pot of gold.” 

Poor tired Marcelle was glad indeed that 
her search was so nearly over. 

She went into the cottage, and when the 
storm had ceased, the wise man led her to a 
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field full of buttercups heavy with raindrops. 
Over the field hung the end of a beautiful 
rainbow! Marcelle raised glad eyes. 

“The pot of gold, O wise man, where is 
the pot of gold?” she whispered. 

The wise man held a shining mirror be¬ 
fore her. As she looked into it, she saw her 
heart reflected in the mirror. Her heart was 
shaped like a pot, and it was full of gold! 
Marcelle gazed at the wise man in wonder. 

“You have the pot of gold in your heart.” 

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he said. “It is the reward of your life. See 
if you do not recognize some of the gold.” 

As Marcelle looked into the depths of her 
heart, she saw the gleam of gold upon the 
feathers of the little bird she had helped so 
long ago. She saw the sheen of gold on the 
fur of the little fox and the yellow curls of 
the little lost boy. And in more gold, heaped 
up and up, she saw all her kind thoughts and 
kind deeds shining in the heart that was like 
a pot of gold. 

And so poor tired Marcelle lay down to 
rest in the field of yellow buttercups. Above 
her was the rainbow, the sign of promise, 
and in her heart was her reward, the pot of 
gold which would never tarnish. 

QUESTIONS 

What did Marcelle do to help her grandfather? 
What was the story her grandfather told her? 
What did Marcelle plan to do? 

What did Marcelle see as she went through the 
forest? What are the tendrils of a vine? What 
question did she ask of the bird and the fox? Did 
they answer her? 


[ 50 ] 


Whom did Marcelle find wandering in the 
forest? What did she do? Did she stay with the 
child and his mother? Why not? 

What did Marcelle do as she traveled along 
looking for the rainbow’s end? What is a battle¬ 
field? What question did she ask the soldiers? 
What did she do for the wounded soldiers? 
Where did the soldiers tell her to go to find the 
answer to her question? 

Was Marcelle still a little girl? How had she 
changed? In whose cottage did the wise man live? 
Whom did he look like? 

Did the wise man show her the pot of gold? 
Where was it? What does this story mean? 


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THE WISE MEN AND THE STAR 

O’er the dim and dusky desert, 

Traveling fast and traveling far, 

Came Three Wise Men on their camels. 
Watching—following—a Star. 


And the radiance of that Star’s light 
On their dim uncertain way 
Made the desert track before them 
Seem to them as bright as day. 

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Many, many days they traveled, 

But it mattered not to them. 

Till the Star of wond’rous beauty 
Led them into Bethlehem. 

There within a stable lowly 

Found they Him for whom they sought. 
And they knelt and gave the Christ-child 
Precious gifts that they had brought. 

Thus the Star of beauty led them 
To the Christ-child’s place of birth; 

And the angels sang in chorus, 

“Peace,—goodwill o’er all the earth!’’ 

QUESTIONS 
What is the desert? 

Tell what you know about camels. 

What does radiance mean? 

Do you know what gifts the Wise Men brought 
the Christ-child? 


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THE STORED SUNSHINE 

A long, long time ago a great many trees 
lived up on a mountain side. Among them 
was a little tree. The little tree greatly ad¬ 
mired the other trees that stood about him. 

“I want to grow big and tall,” he said. “I 
want to have a huge trunk and wide spread¬ 
ing branches.” 

“Then you must begin to store up the sun¬ 
shine, little one,” said a giant tree. “You 
have stored a little, it is true, but you must 
store a great deal more if you want to be 
like the rest of us.” 

And the sun said, “Yes,—I have so much 
heat and light to spare. Store all you can 
within you, for you may need it some day.” 

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So the little tree began to store up the sun¬ 
shine. Every sunny day he absorbed it, and 
every day he expanded and grew until one 
day he was no longer a little tree at all. He 
found he could look down over the tops of 
the other trees that he had once thought were 
so tall. 

“I am the largest tree on the mountain¬ 
side,” he said. “I have stored up a great deal 
of sunshine. I have stored it in my great 
trunk, and my huge branches are full of it.” 
He waved his branches to and fro, and all 
his glossy leaves rustled. 

Then one day a terrible thing happened. 
The great mountains seemed to twist and 
turn. They heaved this way and that. Great 
chasms appeared, and the huge mountains 
with all their trees fell down in the depths of 
the earth. The trees found themselves in 
utter darkness. The mountains with their 
earth and rocks had fallen upon them and 
buried them. 

And though the trees missed their friend 


the Sun, who could not shine into their dark 
home, yet they were not unhappy because 
they had within them the stored up light and 
heat that the Sun had given them. “How 
glad we are that we listened to the Sun and 
stored away some of his light and heat,” 
they said. But because they were covered 
and weighed down by the heavy earth and 
rocks, they could not use the light and heat 
they had from the Sun, and as the years went 
on, they became black and hard, as hard in¬ 
deed as the rocks that covered them. 

So hundreds of years passed. “Our stored 
sunshine does us no good,” said they sadly, 
and they grew harder and harder until their 
very hearts hardened, and they forgot what 
it was to see the Sun, to hear the birds sing, 
and to wave free branches to and fro. 

Then one day there came a pounding and 
a thumping in the earth and rocks above 
the trees which by this time had become so 
hard and blackened, and so flattened and 
twisted that no one would have suspected 
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they had ever been trees. Then came men, 
grimy men with pickaxes and lanterns. 
They came upon the hard remains of what 
had once been the great forest tree on the 
mountain. They broke off great pieces of it 
with their pickaxes and loadeti it upon a little 
car. Up, up went the car from the darkness 
under the mountain. The broken bits of the 
one-time forest tree reflected little glints of 
light from the lamps as the car rose through 
the darkness. 

Then suddenly out into the sunlight came 
the huge lumps of what had been the tree. 

“The Sun, my old friend,—the same as 
ever,” they cried, “how glad I am to see you 
once more!” 

“Ho, ho,” laughed the Sun. “Your old 
friend, ami? I do not remember you. You 
come from the dark places of the earth where 
I never go.” 

“But you do know me, dear Sun,” per¬ 
sisted the hard black lumps, “you gave me 
some of your light and heat long, long ago 
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when I was a little tree upon the mountain 
side.” 

The Sun looked closely at the shining 
black lumps. “You have changed, little tree, 
if tree you really were,” said he. “Come, 
prove it to me by giving me back my light 
and heat.” 

Just then along came some men who 
loaded the shining lumps upon a cart. 
“Come with us,” called the lumps to the Sun. 
“We will give you back your light and heat 
and prove that we are really the little tree.” 

The men drove the cart and its load to a 
house, where it was put into a dark cellar. 
Later some of it was taken into a cheerful 
room and put into a fireplace. 

“How bleak and cold it is!” they heard 
some one say. “But we will soon change all 
that.” Then the black lumps felt a warmth 
stealing through them, and suddenly there 
was a glow that filled the room. A voice 
said, 

“Coal is surely stored up sunshine. How' 
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bright and how warm it makes the room!” 

And the Sun peeping through the window 
said, “Yes, you are the little tree to whom I 
gave the heat and light so long ago. Your 
form has changed from a tree to coal, but 
you still carry the gifts of light and heat that 
I gave you, and as such a carrier, you will 
ever be a benefit to mankind.” 

But the coal said nothing, for in proving 
to the Sun that it was really the tree through 
giving back the heat and light, it had per¬ 
ished. 



QUESTIONS 

When and where did all these trees grow? Why 
did the little tree admire the great ones? What 
did it want to be? 

What did the giant tree tell the little tree? What 
is a giant? Why was this tree called a giant? 

What did the Sun do to the little tree? What 
gifts did it give the tree? 




What happened one day? What are chasms? 
What became of the trees on the mountain? 

How did the trees change? Were they long 
underground? 

What happened one day? Did the men know 
the hard black lumps were once trees? What tools 
did these men work with? What do we call men 
that dig in mines? What is their work? Name 
some other mines besides coal mines. How did 
the tree look when he came up into the sunlight? 

Did the Sun know him? How did the tree 
prove to the Sun that he was once the little tree 
on the mountain side? Did the Sun believe him 
then? 

What happened to the black lumps that had once 
been the tree? Did you ever hear the word anthra¬ 
cite? The word bituminous? What is anthracite 
coal? What is bituminous coal? 


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THE LACEWORK OF THE TREES 

The bare brown branches of the trees 
Swing in the winter’s chilling breeze; 
Against the blazing sunset sky, 

They look like lacework there on high. 

And all the birds’ nests swinging there, 
Against the sky so clear and fair. 

Look like embroidery knots to me. 

All in the lacework of the tree. 

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THE MASTER KEY 


There was once a great gray castle that 
stood on the side of a mountain overlooking 
a beautiful valley. At the foot of the moun¬ 
tain was the village with its winding streets 
and neat cottages. 

The Prince who lived in the castle was a 
very great man. He owned houses, castles 
and lands and was very rich. But of all the 
beautiful places that he owned, he loved the 
great gray castle best, and here he made his 
home. 

He loved the kindly villagers and went 
among them every day, and in the many 
rooms of his castle he had stored away things 
that he could give to the people of the village 
when they were in need. He had medicines 
for the sick, clothing for the poor, food for 
the hungry, money, and many other things 






that would help the villagers to be happy, 
industrious, and contented. 

Now there was only one key that would 
unlock the doors of the many treasure rooms 
in the great gray castle. This was called the 
“Master Key.” It was a slender key of plati¬ 
num with a blazing diamond in the end. The 
Prince of the castle always carried this key 
with him. He wore it on a slender golden 
chain around his neck. 

The people of the village knew about the 
Master Key. They knew that it unlocked the 
doors of all the rooms in the castle, and they 
knew that the rooms held good things for 
them. They loved the shining Master Key, 
but more than that they loved the man who 
owned it because he was so kind to them. 

When he came into the village, the people 
all ran to meet him and the children followed 
him down the street. 

“Our Prince is like no other prince,” said 
they. “He has the kindest heart in the world, 
and added to that he has the wonderful 
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Master Key, by means of which he shares 
with us his treasures.” 

So things went on for many years. The 
people of the village and the surrounding 
country were prosperous, happy, and con¬ 
tented. 

One day a traveler came from over the 
mountain. He walked through the village 
streets. He saw the neat gardens, the com¬ 
fortable homes and the happy, thrifty people. 

“How is this?” he asked an old lady who 
sat knitting in a doorway. “In other places 
I have wandered, I have come upon poverty 
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and distress. In the villages through which 
I have traveled, I have found people cold 
and hungry with no comfortable homes. 
What makes your village so different from 
the others?” 

“Oh,” said the old lady, “that is easy to 
answer. It is because of our good kind 
Prince and his Master Key.” 

“What is the Master Key?” asked the 
man. 

“It is the one key that unlocks all the doors 
of the treasure rooms in the big gray castle 
on the mountain,” answered the old lady. 
“Our Prince is not like other princes. He 
shares his treasures with us, and that is why 
we are prosperous and happy. It is never too 
cold or too hot or too far for our Prince 
to go and unlock a treasure room with his 
Master Key, if one of us has need of any¬ 
thing.” 

“What,” asked the man, “would happen 
if the Master Key were lost?” 

“Oh, I do not know,” cried the old lady, 
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“but I hope that time will never come. Our 
Prince will never lose it,—of that I am cer¬ 
tain.” 

The years passed on. The Prince of the 
castle was now a very old man, and the time 
had come for him to die. He called his son 
to him and gave him the Master Key. 



“Son,” said he, “be good to my people. 
The Master Key will serve you well, and the 
treasure rooms will never be empty if you 
open them with the Key and share their 
treasures with others.” 

So the good old Prince died and his son 
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lived and ruled in the great gray castle. But 
the son was not like his father. He did not 
care to stay in the castle on the mountain. 
When the people came to him, he would re¬ 
fuse to see them. “Go away,” he would say, 
“I have no time for you. I cannot work for 
you as my father did.” 

“But you have the Master Key,” said they. 
“Your father gave it to you so that you could 
unlock the treasure rooms and help the poor 
and needy.” 

This greatly angered the young Prince. 
“I will not be bothered by these people,” said 
he. So at night he took the Master Key, 
climbed the mountain, and threw it over the 
edge of a steep cliff. As it fell, he could see 
the diamond in its end sparkling like a shoot¬ 
ing star. The Prince returned to the castle, 
packed up his belongings, and traveled far 
away. 

Because there was no one to advise and 
help them, illness came to the people in the 
village and on the mountain side. They 
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could not work. They had no money for 
food and clothes, and they were in sore dis¬ 
tress. 

One day the traveler chanced that way 
again. “Is this the village I passed through 
some time ago?” he asked. “It seems to be 
the same place, for there is the mountain and 
the great gray castle. But the village,—it 
surely is not the same; for in that village the 
people were prosperous and happy, and in 
this place I see poverty and distress all about 
me.” 

“It is the same village,” said a poor old 
lady sitting on a broken doorstep and shiver¬ 
ing in the sun. “But our good kind Prince 
is dead, and his son has thrown away the 
Master Key and has gone—no one knows 
where.” 

“Sad, sad,” murmured the stranger. “He 
could not have known the misery he was 
causing by his thoughtless and selfish ac¬ 
tions,” and the traveler passed on through 
the village and over the mountain. Every- 
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where he went, he told the story of the once 
prosperous and happy village and of the 
misery and distress that came when the 
Prince threw away the Master Key. 

Now it chanced that in his wanderings 
he reached a castle where a Prince was being 
entertained. It was the same Prince who had 
thrown away the Master Key, but this the 
old traveler did not know. He was called 
upon for a tale, and he told the story of the 
village at the foot of the mountain and of 
the lost Master Key. 

The Prince said nothing. He had grown 
to be hard, selfish, and cruel, but after the 
old man had finished his tale and had gone 
on his way, the Prince could not get the 
story out of his mind. He kept thinking of 
the wretched village people,—of his father 
and of the Master Key. At last he could 
stand it no longer. “I will go back and see if 
I can find the Master key,” said he. 

So he went back to the mountain and 
began his search for the wonderful Key. He 
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had litde hope of finding it, for he had 
been gone a long time. He searched and 
searched, but he could not find it. He went 
into the village. He did not tell the people 
who he was, but he lived among them, and a 
great pity for them came into his hard heart. 
He did what he could to help them. Every 
day he would go and search for the Master 
Key, for he knew now how much it was 
needed to unlock the castle and the doors 
of the treasure rooms. 

“The treasures are not mine,” he began 
to say. “They belong to the people; I had 
no right to throw away the Key that my 
father intrusted to me, and I must find it 
again.” 

For a long time he searched. Then worn 
and weary, he lay down upon a moorland. 
He closed his eyes, then opened them in 
wonder. For, behold! across the moorland 
came a beautiful lady in rose and silver, and 
in her hand she carried the Master Key with 
its great jewel blazing in the end. 

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“Here, O Prince, is the Master Key,” she 
said. “I bring it to you because now I know 
you will understand how to use it. The peo¬ 
ple have suffered because of your selfishness. 
You know this now; and you also know that 
the treasures the Key unlocks are not yours 
alone, but are to be shared by you with 
others. By sharing with others, you will 
never have less. It is the secret of a happy 
life.” So saying the beautiful lady dropped 
the Master Key into the hand of the Prince 
and vanished in a mist of pink and purple. 

The Prince rose, and with swift feet he ran 
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to the great gray castle on the mountain side. 
He opened the doors with the Master Key; 
and with a joy he had never known before, 
he worked and dispensed bounty to the peo¬ 
ple of the village and countryside. Through 
his care and kindly service, the tumble-down 
houses were rebuilt, the people became well 
and strong, work was plentiful, and the vil¬ 
lage was prosperous once more. 



The old traveler came back again one day. 
“How is this?” he asked. “I find things in 
the village as they were long ago.” 

“Ah,” said a happy old lady, “our Prince 
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had thrown away the Master Key, but now 
he has found it again,” and she turned to go 
into her pretty cottage. 

“Wait! wait!” cried the traveler. “Tell 
me what, pray, is the wonderful Master 
Key?” 

“I will tell you, good man,” answered the 
old lady; “it is the Key that opens the heart 
to love and sympathy and makes one want 
to share himself and all that he has with 
others. Love and Unselfishness make a true 
Master Key.” 


QUESTIONS 

What is a castle? Where was this castle? What 
is a valley? What is a mountain? What is a 
village? A cottage? 

What did the Prince keep in his castle? What 
was the Master Key like? What could it do? 
Where was it kept? Did the village people love 
the Prince? How do you know? 

It says in the story that the people were prosper¬ 
ous. What does that mean? What did the traveler 
see? What had he seen in other villages? What 
did the old lady tell him about the Prince and the 
Master Key? 


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When the Prince of the castle died, what became 
of the Master Key? 

What was the Prince’s son like? Had he a 
kind heart? Why do you think that? What did 
he do with the Master Key? What happened to 
the village people when he went away? 

Why did not the traveler know it for the same 
village he had passed through before? What did 
the old lady tell him? 

How did the Prince of the castle hear the story 
of the distress in the village? What is poverty? 
What kind of a man had the Prince grown to be? 
Do you think he had any kind feeling in his hard 
heart? What makes you think so? 

What did he do? Could he find the Master 
Key? What is a moorland? Who returned to 
him the Master Key? Why did she give it back 
to him? 

What did the Prince do? How did the village 
change? What did the old lady say was the real 
Master Key? What is sympathy? Can any one 
possess a Master Key? In what way? 


BEYOND THE MOUNTAINS 


What do you think is over 
Beyond those mountains tall, 

That look so blue and purple, 

Like a great big jagged wall? 

Do the giants live beyond them? 

Or the dragons breathing fire? 

Or is it there the witches 

Stew and brew their drinks so dire? 

Is the garden of Aladdin 
Off beyond those mountains dim. 
And the fairy crystal palace 
That the genie built for him? 


Sometimes I think the Driver 
And the Horses of the Sun 
Are off behind the mountains 

When their long day’s work is done. 
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And then I think that maybe 

There’s an ocean, deep and wide, 
With foamy waves that dash and beat 
Against the cliff’s rough side. 

And out upon that ocean. 

Sailing so straight and free. 

Perhaps there is a treasure ship 
All full of things for me! 

Oh yes, when I am older. 

And have grown very tall. 

I’ll journey forth and see what’s hid 
Behind the mountain wall! 

QUESTIONS 

What is a jagged wall? 

What are giants, dragons and witches? 

Have you ever heard the story of Aladdin and 
his wonderful lamp? Tell about it. 

What is an ocean? 

What kind of water in the ocean? 

What is a treasure ship? 


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THE NORTHLAND 


The Northland 
Is a white land. 

It is covered with ice and snow 
But sometimes 
There are wonderful colors 
In the sky; 

And these colors—red, blue, green. 
Orange, yellow and purple. 

Are reflected in 
The huge ice mountains 
And stain the snowy ice fields 
With their bright colors. 

Then the white Northland 
Gleams like a prism 
When the beautiful sun 
Shines through it. 

QUESTIONS 

Where is this white Northland? 

What do we call the people who live there? 
What is another name for “ice mountain”? 
What is a prism? 

Name the colors in the prism. 

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TWO LITTLE ESKIMO BOYS 

Alanak and Sagasak were two little Eski¬ 
mo boys. They lived in the far North where 
the sun shines for only a part of the year. 
Their house (or igloo, as they called it) 
looked like three little mounds of snow, but 
it was really made of hard blocks of ice and 
snow. There was a great big mound. That 
was the real house. Then, there was a middle- 
sized mound that was like a hallway. And, 
last of all, there was a little mound that was 
like a vestibule or stormhouse. There was a 
hole cut in this for a doorway that was just 
large enough for Alanak’s father to crawl 
through, for all Eskimos have to crawl into 
their houses on their hands and knees. The 
dogs stayed in these two passageways when 
it was very cold, and the two little boys had 
great sport tumbling around among them. 
Eskimo dogs are really never very gentle, yet 
they never seemed to hurt their little masters. 

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The inside of the house‘was quite warm 
and comfortable. The icy floor was covered 
with the thick warm skins of the seal and 
polar bear, and the beds were huge blocks of 
ice covered with warm skins. A large stone 
lamp filled with whale oil warmed the one 
room, and the flickering light made dusky 
shadows through the igloo. 

Marak, the baby sister of the two little 
boys, was tucked snugly in a “parkah” or 
sleeping bag, made of soft warm skin with 
the fur on the inside. Both of the boys had a 
sleeping bag, but they did not stay in it 
all day, as did little Marak, for they could 
run about on their strong little legs and play 
games with each other in the dry snow. 

One of the great sports of the Eskimo chil¬ 
dren is to climb up on a steep hillock of ice 
and snow, and with their fur clothes 
wrapped tightly about them, to roll down 
swiftly over and over until they reach the 
bottom of the hill. The one who lands at the 
foot first wins the game. 

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On the days when it was very cold, Alanak 
and Sagasak would play with bits of bone 
and pretend the pieces of bone were 
“kayaks” or boats like canoes. They pre¬ 
tended they were Eskimo men going out to 
catch whales, seals, or polar bears on the ice 
floes. 



Each boy had a sled made of strong whale¬ 
bone and each had two dogs of his very own, 
for their father was counted a rich man 
among the Eskimos because he had so many 
dogs. 

When the beautiful colors from the 
Northern Lights were gleaming in the sky 
and coloring all the ice mountains and snow 
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fields, Alanak and Sagasak would harness 
their dogs to their little sleds, wrap up 
warmly in their furs and ride swiftly over the 
crackling fields of ice, their merry shouts 
and laughter echoing from the icy peaks. 
And when they returned, all frosty and glow¬ 
ing from their ride, their good mother would 
have two big bowls of hot soup swimming 
with fat awaiting them. 

And so these little Eskimo boys lived on 
from day to day. After a few years when 
they were young men, they, too, went hunt¬ 
ing and fishing with the Eskimo fathers. 

QUESTIONS 

What is an Eskimo house called? 

What is a parkah? 

What is a kayak? 

Of what is the Eskimo house made? How is it 
made? What is inside the house? 

How is the house warmed? 

Why do Eskimos not have stoves or fireplaces? 

What do they burn? Where do they get it? 

Tell how the Eskimo children play. 

How do the Eskimos travel over the snowy ice 
fields? 


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THE WIND 


Oh, the wind is a merry rover, 

Oh, a merry rover is he; 

For he climbs up the highest mountains. 
And rides on the waves of the sea. 


He dances up high in the treetops. 

He rides on the clouds in the rain; 

He plays hide and seek in the garden 
And he hides in the wide fields of grain. 

But the wind has his work to do, children. 
He sweeps all the dead leaves away; 

He dries all the clothes on the clothesline 
In his own careless, happy, free way. 

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He fills out the sails of the sailboats, 

And pushes them swiftly along; 

He makes all our fires burn more brightly 
When he sings down the chimney his song. 

He whirls the great arms of the windmills, 
Pumping water and grinding the corn; 

He brings us the cool gentle breezes 
From nightfall until early morn. 

And so though the wind is a rover. 

All over the world, near and far; 

He is helpful to all of its people. 

No matter wherever they are. 


QUESTIONS 

What is a rover? 

Read the first stanza. 

Where does the wind go? 

Read the second stanza. 

In this stanza, what does it say the wind does? 
Make a list of the things that the wind does. 
Read the last stanza. 

Is the wind helpful? In what ways? 

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WHAT TED DID 

Ted’s father was the lighthouse keeper. 
The lighthouse stood at the end of a rocky 
cliff stretching out into the deep waters of 
the lake. Many ore boats and big freighters 
passed the lighthouse every day during the 
navigation season. The lighthouse was one 
of the most important on the Great Lakes. 
Every night it sent out its powerful light 
over the dark waters, guiding the sailors in 
their course and warning them of the treach¬ 
erous rocks. 


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Ted loved the big lighthouse. He liked 
to climb up the winding stairs of the tower 
when his father went up to clean and inspect 
the light. He liked to stand on the little 
railed platform outside the light and look far 
over the blue waters of the big lake. He 
liked to be up in the lighthouse tower when 
the wind blew, for it made such a queer 
sound. 

When the evenings were warm and pleas¬ 
ant, he and his father would sit outside on 
the wide stone ledge surrounding the light¬ 
house and watch the big boats move swiftly 
by. When it was cold and stormy and the 
wind blew a gale, Ted and his father would 
sit in their cozy living room by the cheery 
grate fire and read stories and make pictures 
until it was time for Ted to go to bed. 

One day Ted’s father had to go to the town 
on important business. 

“I’ll be back in time to light up,” he said. 
“But in case anything should happen, and I 
am delayed, you know how to turn on the gas 
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and light up. The light must be on at half¬ 
past seven at the latest, and if there should 
be a storm and it is dark, it must be lighted 
sooner. Do you understand, my son? This 
is a dangerous spot, and the sailors all look 
for our light.” 

“Yes, father,” answered Ted, “I’ll ’tend to 
the light. You’ve let me help you so many 
times that I can do it as well as you.” 

“I don’t think there will, be a storm, and 
I am quite sure to get back in time,” said his 
father. 

Ted stood on the doorstep of the light¬ 
house and waved goodby to his father as he 
picked his way over the rough rocks and 
stones on his way to the mainland. 

“Now I am a real lighthouse keeper,” he 
said to himself. 

He was not lonesome, for there were many 
things for him to do. He fed his rabbit and 
gave his canary fresh water and seed. Then 
he took his fishing rod and went out and sat 
on the stone wall and caught two fine fish. 

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“I’ll fry one for my dinner,” said he, “and 
save the other for father.” 

After dinner, as he was putting away his 
dishes, he spied two old lanterns on the top 
shelf of the pantry. 

“I know what I will do,” said he, “I’ll take 
down those lanterns and clean them. What 
funny old things they are!” 



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m 






So he took down the lanterns and was soon 
busy cleaning them. He rubbed and pol¬ 
ished them until the glass and metal shone. 
“I believe I’ll put some oil in them,” he 
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said; “then if we ever have to use them, we 
won’t have to stop and put in oil.” So he 
carefully filled the lanterns and set them 
back on the shelf. 

“It must be nearly time for father to 
come,” he said to himself. 

He looked out of the window. “Oh, there 
is going to be a storm! What black clouds, 
and how the wind is beginning to blow!” he 
said. 

Ted ran and shut the lighthouse door just 
as the storm burst over the headland. The 
waves of the lake rose like little hills covered 
with foam. The wind howled and tore about 
the lighthouse, and the rain poured down. 
It grew very dark. Ted looked anxiously 
out at the lake. 

“I must light up,” said he, “for it is as dark 
as night, and the ore boats and freighters will 
be passing.” 

So Ted went up into the lighthouse tower. 
It was lonely climbing the narrow stairs, and 
Ted’s flash light made dancing shadows on 
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the rough walls. Finally he came to the 
light. He turned on the gas and struck a 
match. The big light would not burn. 
“Perhaps I didn’t turn on enough gas,’’ 
thought Ted, and he ran downstairs and 
pushed the wheel that turned on the gas. 
Then he hurried back to the light in the 
tower. Another match, still no light, an¬ 
other and another with no result. 

“Oh, something has gone wrong with the 
gas,” he cried. “What shall I do? There 
must be a light or the boats will go on the 
rocks!” 

Suddenly he thought of the two lanterns 
he had cleaned and filled. “I’ll get them,” 
said he. Down the steep stairs he ran again 
and out into the pantry where the lanterns 
stood, clean and bright, on the shelf. Tak¬ 
ing a lantern in each hand, he quickly 
mounted the tower stairs, and stood beside 
the huge lamp and its shining reflector. 

“I’ll put the lanterns as near to the reflec¬ 
tor as I can,” said Ted. But then another 
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difficulty presented itself. The light was a 
revolving one and it was evident that some¬ 
thing had gone wrong with the machinery 
for the big disk stood motionless when Ted 
pushed the lever. 



“There is only one thing for me to do,” 
thought the boy. “I’ll have to stand here 
and turn the disk until Father gets back and 
fixes the machinery.” 

So Ted lighted the lanterns and placed 
them as nearly as he could in front of the big 
reflector. He was pleased to see the clear 








bright light that shone out. Then he began 
to turn the disk on which the big light was 
set. It was hard at first, but gradually it 
grew easier, and Ted watched the light flash 
out on the dark rough water of the lake. 

The rain poured down in torrents and the 
wind howled around the high tower. Round 
and round went the big disk carrying the 
two lighted lanterns. 

A flash — darkness — a flash — darkness 
again, and dimly far out on the rough waves 
Ted saw the lights of an ore boat. 

“Tm glad I had the lanterns ready,” he 
thought as he patiently turned the disk. 

Ted took his stand beside the big reflector. 
He became very tired, but he dared not leave 
the lanterns. He must not let them go out 
even for a moment. It was very dark now, 
and he knew the light must be kept burning. 

Bravely the boy stood there through the 
long night, and when the first gray streaks 
of dawn appeared in the sky, he heard his 
father coming up the tower stairs. “What 
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has happened to the light?” asked his father. 
“It flashed yellow instead of white!” 

Then Ted told him how the big gas lamp 
refused to burn and how he had put the lan¬ 
terns in front of the reflector and had kept 
turning the disk all night. 

“Why, Ted,” said his father, “you are a 
hero!” 

“A hero?” said Ted. “Oh, no. Father,—a 
hero is a brave man who does some great 
and noble deed. I am only a little boy, and 
it wasn’t a noble deed to keep two lanterns 
burning all night!” 

“What you did saved the boats from going 
on the rocks,” said the lighthouse keeper, 
“and if they had struck the rocks, no doubt 
many of the sailors would have perished in 
the darkness. Yes, Ted, you are a real hero.” 

Ted shook his curly head. But other peo¬ 
ple must have thought he was a hero too, for 
one day he received a medal and a letter com¬ 
mending his brave deed from the captains of 
three boats that had passed the lighthouse 
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during the long night he had kept turning 
the lanterns in the tower. 

QUESTIONS 

What is a lighthouse? Where was the light¬ 
house in this story? What did Ted like to do? 
What did Ted and his father do when it was cold 
and stormy? Why did all the sailors look for this 
light? What is an ore boat? What is a freighter? 

Was Ted lonely when his father went away? 
What did he do? What did he do with the dingy 
lanterns on the shelf? 

Describe the storm. How did the lake look? 
What happened to the light? What did Ted do? 
What is a reflector? How long did Ted turn the 
lanterns in the lighthouse tower? 

What did his father call him? What is a hero? 
Can you name any heroes? What brave deeds 
did they do? Do you think Ted was a hero? 
Why? 


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THE ARMY OF THE WIND 

I heard an army marching by,— 

The wind was the captain tall,— 

And all night long the army marched 
Over the garden wall. 

March,—^march—march—^the army passed; 

’Twas a very queer array. 

For the rank and file were the dead brown 
leaves 

That fluttered away—away. 

There were bits of paper and straw and 
string. 

And twigs from the branches high. 

What did it mean? The month was March, 
And the March wind hurried them by! 

QUESTIONS 

Read the first stanza. Where did the army 
march? Who was the captain? Read the second 
stanza. What is the rank and file of an army? 
What was the rank and file of this army? What 
month was it? What was the captain’s name? 
[ 95 ] 


THE LITTLE BROWN BOOK 

A little brown book lay up on the topmost 
shelf of the bookcase. On the shelves be¬ 
neath it and on the shelf beside it were 
many other books. These books had beau¬ 
tiful covers,—red,—green,—blue,—gray,— 
all ornamented with fine letters. Some had 
gilt on them and some had scrolls and pic¬ 
tures. The little brown book admired them 
greatly. “I am so plain and brown,” thought 
the little book, “no one would ever look at 
me,—but these others,—people will read 
them again and again because they are so 
bright and beautiful.” 

But much to the surprise of the little 
brown book, he found that the boys and girls 
of the house always chose him for their com¬ 
panion. They would come to the bookcase, 
pass over the other books and take him 
down. Then over to the window seat or down 
into the depths of the big leather chair they 


would go, and opening up the dingy brown 
covers, they would read and read in the little 
book. One day the children’s grandmother 
visited them. 

“Come and see our books. Grandmother,” 
they cried; and they led her to the bookcase. 
“See,” said they, “this is the one we love 
best of all.” 



“What! that dingy little brown book?” 
said Grandmother. “Why do you love thai 
one best of all?” 

“Oh,” said the children, “it is full of nice! 
stories. It is just lovely inside!" 

“That is the best of all,” said their grand- 


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mother. “The gay covers or the dingy 
covers of the books do not make them any 
more than our clothes and appearance make 
us. This reminds me of a little girl I used 
to know long, long ago. She was just a thin, 
plain little girl. Her hair wouldn’t curl, and 
she had a turned-up nose; but all the children 
loved her because she was so kind, so unself¬ 
ish, and so lovely inside. It is the loveliness 
inside that counts, and everybody can cul¬ 
tivate that. It is what we are inside that is 
really ourselves,’’ said Grandmother. 

“Just like our dear little brown book,” 
murmured the children. 

QUESTIONS 

Where was the little brown book? How did 
the other books look? 

Why did the little brown book think people 
would like the other books better than they would 
like him? 

What did the boys and girls do? Why was the 
little brown book surprised? 

Who came to visit the children? What did they 
show her? What was the reason they liked the 
brown book best? 


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SUNRISE ON THE SEA 
A silver streak in the eastern sky 
Which meets the rolling sea, 

Where the billows roar in shadowy heaps, 
And the yeasty wave foam whirls and leaps. 
While the morning star its vigil keeps,— 
Thus the dawn comes mistily. 

Faint tints of amber and amethyst light 
Diffuse the eastern skies. 

Then a flash of brightening splendor grows. 
And the blush of the sky is a deeper rose. 
While the opal ocean ebbs and flows 
And reflects the red sunrise. 

QUESTIONS 

What are billows? Why is the wave foam 
called “yeasty”? 

What does vigil mean? What color is amber? 
What color is amethyst? 

What is amber? What is amethyst? 

What does diffuse mean? What is an opal? 
Why is the ocean called the “opal ocean”? 

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THE FROST CHILDREN’S PICNIC 

It was a cold day, even for the North Pole, 
and everyone knows what a cold place that 
is! J ack Frost and his boys were out in front 
of their snow house blowing snow crystals 
up in the air. 

“Well, boys,” said Jack Frost, “this is a 
fine day. What do you say to a picnic over 
on the Ice Range?” 

“Good, good,” cried the Frost boys. 

“Well, go and ask your mother to put up 
a lunch,” said Jack, “and we’ll go over to 
the Ice Range and spend the day.” 

Away ran the boys into the snow house. 
“Mother, mother,” they cried, “we are going 
to have a picnic today. Can you put up a 
lunch for us?” 

“To be sure I can,” laughed Dame Frost, 
their mother. “I have everything good for 
a lunch today. See these nice little cakes of 
ice I have just frosted,” and she held out 
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a plate full of appetizing little round 
cakes. 

“Get the basket of snowball eggs, and I 
will freeze some hard for you,” she said. 
“Hard snowball eggs are fine things to take 
on a picnic.” 

So Jack Junior got the snowball eggs and 
his mother showed him how to freeze them 
hard. Jim brought a bag of hailstone nuts 
from the shelf in the pantry, while Dame 
Frost cut large slices of light white snow 
drift bread and several pieces of snowdrop 
pie. 

“Oh, Mother,” said Jack Junior when the 
basket was packed nearly full of good 
things, “may we have some of your snow¬ 
flake buns?” 

“Yes, indeed,” said Dame Frost; “you 
boys like them best of all,” and she ran into 
the storeroom and brought out half a dozen 
snowflake buns all thickly powdered with 
nice, white sugar snow. 

“We can not get another thing in the 
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basket,” said Jim. “Let us go, for Father 
has come and is waiting outside for us.” 



They kissed their mother goodby, picked 
up the big basket, and went out. 

“Here, boys,” said Jack Frost, “we’ll put 
the basket on the sled, and I will pull it, for 
I can’t have you spilling all the good lunch 
Mother has put up for us. You may carry 
this bag and help yourselves to what is inside 
if you like,” he added with a twinkle. He 
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handed the bag to Jim, and both boys peeped 
inside. “Icicle candy!” they squealed with 
delight, and each boy took out a glistening 
stick. 

Over the crackling ice fields they sped, 
slipping and sliding on the gleaming ice 
crust; and at last they came to the Ice 
Range where they were to have their pic¬ 
nic. They set the basket under a huge ice 
cliff and went off to gather snow crystals 
that clustered on the mountainside like 
snow flowers. 

After a while they grew hungry, and their 
father called them to lunch. He had spread 
out all the good things on a beautiful snowy 
tablecloth that the thoughtful mother had 
put in the basket. Oh, how hungry the boys 
were and how the good things vanished! 
At last they were through, and Jack Frost 
said, “We have nothing left but the crumbs 
and the crusts and the eggshells, so you may 
as well throw them away. Be sure to shake 
the tablecloth well.” 


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Then Jack Frost’s boys took hold of the 
snowy tablecloth, and oh, how the frozen 
crumbs and crusts and eggshells did fly! 

And far below, the earth people huddled 
around their warm fires and shivered and 
said, “Oh, how stormy it is! The air is full 



of snow and ice. We know this is the worst 
blizzard of the season!” 

But what they did not know was that what 
was falling was only the crumbs left over 
from the picnic of Jack Frost and his chil¬ 
dren! 


QUESTIONS 

Where do Jack Frost and his boys live? Where 
did Jack Frost and his boys have their picnic? 
What did their mother give them for lunch? 
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How did they take the big basket? Who pulled 
the sled? Why? 

What did the boys carry? What was in it? 

What did they gather on the ice mountain? 
After lunch what did Jack Frost and the boys do 
with the crumbs and crusts and eggshells? 

What did the earth people do? What did they 
say? What was the name they called the great 
‘^now and ice storm? 


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4 


OUR FLAG 

Do you see your country’s flag, 
Soldier boy, soldier boy? 

Do you see your country’s flag, 
soldier true? 

It is waving in the air 

With its stars and stripes so fair; 

It is calling, soldier boy. 

It is calling you! 

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(They are marching to the beating of the 
drum’s deep boom, 

They are marching to the music of the fife, 
And the flag that floats so true. 

With its red and white and blue. 

They’ll defend it every soldier with his life.) 

Do you hear the bugle blow. 

Soldier boy, soldier boy? 

Do you hear the bugle blow, 
soldier true? 

It is calling you to come; 

Don’t you hear the rolling drum? 

It is calling, soldier boy; 

It is calling you! 

(They are marching to the beating of the 
drum’s deep boom; 

They are marching to the music of the fife, 
And the flag that floats so true. 

With its red and white and blue. 

They’ll defend it, every soldier with his life.) 


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THE PILGRIMS 
December—1620 

The sea was cold and dark and rough; 

The air was filled with snow, 

When Pilgrims on the Mayflower came 
Three hundred years ago. 

A hard and bitter time they had; 

But they were brave, and so 
They built a log house, church, and school 
Three hundred years ago. 

They founded then our country great; 

Foresight they had, we know; 

They built the great foundation well. 

Three hundred years ago. 

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All thanks and honor be to them; 

Our grateful hearts we’ll show 
To the Pilgrims brave who wrought for us, 
Three hundred years ago. 

QUESTIONS 

Who were the Pilgrims? Why did they come 
over the sea? How did the sea look? What time 
of the year was it? What was the Mayflower? 
What did the Pilgrims build? What kind of 
people were they? Why do we honor them? 
What did they do for us? 

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PATTY’S PIE 
A Story of Pilgrim Days 

Mistress Weaver was making pies,— 
apple pies and great, golden, pumpkin pies. 
She was roasting meat, too, and baking 
beans to a crisp brown in the big brick oven 
over the fireplace. On the pantry shelf were 
piles of spicy cookies waiting to be put into 
the big stone crock. 

“Why are you baking so many pies 
and cooking so many other things. Moth¬ 
er?” asked little Patty. Patty’s real name 
was Patience but she was such a little 
girl that everybody always called her 
Patty. 

“Don’t you remember, Patty? Tomorrow 
Father is going to raise the framework of the 
new barn, and nearly all his friends in the 
town are coming to help him. They will 
stay all day, and we will have them here for 
dinner and supper; so Mother has to bake 
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and cook a great many things, for the men 
will be hungry after their hard work.” 

“Let me help you, Mother,” said Patty. 
“Can’t I make a pie, too? Please let me!” 
“Well,” said her mother, “first you may 



put all the cookies into the big crock, and 
then we will see about making a pie.” 

So Patty went into the pantry. She had to 
stand on a little stool to reach up to the shelf 
and put the cookies in the crock. How 
pretty she looked as she stood there in her 
little gray gown down to her ankles, her 
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white kerchief and apron, and little white 
cap. Two little yellow curls peeped out 
from under her cap, but she pushed them 
back again, for curls were “vain things” so 
the Pilgrim fathers said, and “vain things” 
were not for little Pilgrim girls. 

Patty worked away industriously. After 
a while, “They’re all in the crock. Mother,” 
she said. “Now, may I make my pie? I’d 
like to make an apple pie.” 



bowl, a little sharp knife, and a pan of rosy 
apples. Patty sat on her stool by the small 
window and began to pare and cut her 
apples. Her mother gave her a lump of 
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pie paste and showed her how to roll it 
smooth. Then Patty lined a pie tin neatly 
with the rolled out paste. She put in the 
apples and sprinkled them with sugar, cin¬ 
namon, and bits of butter. Then she put on 
the upper crust and dented it all around with 
the prongs of a steel fork. With her sharp 
little knife she cut two pretty fern leaves on 
the top just as Mother did on her pies. 

“How nice it looks! I hope it won’t 
burn,” said Patty anxiously, as she put it into 
the brick oven. 

“We will have it for dinner today,” said 
her mother, “then I can save all mine for the 
men tomorrow.” 

Patty watched her pie carefully. It seemed 
to take a long time to bake, but after a while 
it was done. How good it smelt,—so sweet 
and spicy 1 Patty lifted it very carefully and 
placed it on the shelf by the milk house to 
cool. It was very, very hot, and steam 
puffed out of the places where Patty had 
pricked it with the fork. 

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“Baby is crying! Come and rock his 
cradle, Patty,” called her mother. 

So Patty left her pie to cool and went to 
rock the baby in his little wooden cradle. 
Soon the baby fell asleep, and Mistress 
Weaver sent Patty down to Dame White’s 
to borrow an iron kettle. As Patty ran down 
the rough road full of ruts from the ox carts, 
she passed Kiwana, the Indian boy. 

Kiwana belonged to a tribe of friendly 
Indians who lived outside the settlement and 
who roamed around in the forest hunting 
and fishing. The Pilgrim children called 
Kiwana “Red Feather,” because he always 
wore a scarlet feather in his black hair. 

“I suppose Red Feather has brought fish 
to Elder Canfield,” thought Patty. “He can 
catch the biggest trout in the forest streams.” 

Dame White lived quite at the other end 
of the settlement, and Patty was glad to sit 
down and rest after she had made known her 
errand. Dame White gave her two crisp 
doughnuts and a glass of creamy milk while 
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she went to get the iron kettle. How good 
the doughnuts and the milk tasted, for Patty 
had gotten up early that morning, and it had 
been a long time since breakfast. 

After she had rested and thanked Dame 
White, Patty took the kettle and started for 
home. When she arrived, she set down the 
kettle by the fireplace and ran out to look at 
her pie. 

“Mother, Mother,” she cried, “where is 
my pie? Did you take it in?” 

“I have not seen your pie, child,” said 
Mistress Weaver. “I have been busy spin¬ 
ning,” and she held up a great hank of gray 
yarn. 

“But where is my pie?” asked Patty, tears 
welling up in her blue eyes. “I’ve looked all 
over for it, and it isn’t anywhere.” 

Mistress Weaver laid down the gray yarn 
and went out with Patty. “It is certainly 
strange,” she said, “but never mind, daugh¬ 
ter, you may make another pie when Mother 
bakes again.” 


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Patty’s lip quivered. “But it was such a 
nice pie and the very first one I ever made. I 
did want Father to have it for dinner.” 

But just then the baby woke up and cried, 
and Patty had to amuse him until it was time 
for her to set the table. Dinner was on the 
table when Patty’s father came in. He 
glanced at the table. “Apple pie?” he said. 
“I wonder if it will taste as good as the piece 
I had in the forest a while ago?” 

“In the forest?” said Mistress Weaver. 

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“Why, where did you get a piece of apple pie 
in the forest?” 

“About three miles from here,” said Mas¬ 
ter Weaver, unfastening his powder horn 
from his belt. “I was going along the trail 
by the lake, when I came upon Kiwana, the 
Pequod lad. He was carrying as fine an 
apple pie as one could wish to see. He 
stopped, motioned me to sit down on a log 
with him. Then with his hunting knife he 
cut the pie and gave me a piece. I was hun¬ 
gry, and it seemed to me I never tasted a bet¬ 
ter pie.” 

“Oh, Mother,” cried Patty, “I believe that 
was my pie. I met Kiwana on the way to 
Dame White’s. He was coming this way, 
and I just believe he saw my pie cooling on 
the milk house shelf and took it without ask¬ 
ing ! What a bad boy to steal my pie! I made 
it for you. Father; and that bad Pequod boy 
stole it!” Patty’s cheeks grew red and her 
blue eyes flashed. 

“Hush, hush, daughter,” said her father. 

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“Do not blame the poor savage lad. He 
does not know any better. He did not know 
he was stealing. He saw your fine pie; he 
wanted it and took it. Never mind, Patty, 
you can make me another; you see I had a 
piece of this one anyway!” 

Patty laughed, and the angry light left her 
eyes. “Why, so you did. Father,” she said 
happily, “and I’ll take care to put the next 
one to cool where no roving Indian lad can 
get it.” 

The next day as Patty sat on her little stool 
busily sewing a seam in her new gray skirt, 
the door of the log house suddenly opened, 
and in walked the Pequod boy. He carried 
a string of fine trout, which he laid on the 
freshly scoured table. 

“Kiwana take”—here the Indian boy 
pulled the pie tin from under his buckskin 
jacket. “Good,—good,” he said putting his 
hand to his mouth. “Kiwana bring fish.” 
Here he went to the table, and taking up the 
string of fish, he laid them across the pie 
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plate. By this the Indian boy meant that he 
had taken the pie and was giving the fish in 
return. Patty smiled at him. 

“Thank you, Kiwana,” she said primly, 
“I don’t care now that you took my pie, but 
don’t you know it’s very wrong to take things 
that do not belong to you? Why, it’s 
stealing!” 

The Indian boy said nothing, but he 
shrugged his shoulder, held up his right 
hand, opened the door and was gone. 

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Patty looked out of the little window. 
The Indian lad was running swiftly up the 
trail and soon vanished in the thickets of the 
dark forest. 


QUESTIONS 

Who were the Pilgrims? What are fireplaces? 
Draw a picture of one. Why did the Pilgrims 
make houses and barns of logs? Draw a picture 
of a Pilgrim girl. What is a kerchief? What is 
meant by “vain things”? 

What does industriously mean? What kind of 
a pie did Patty make and what did she put in it? 
Why was Patty’s mother baking so many things? 
What was Patty’s errand to Dame White’s? Whom 
did she pass on the way? 

What did Kiwana’s people do? What did the 
Pilgrim children call Kiwana? Why? What is 
a settlement? What did Dame White give Patty? 
What had Patty’s mother been doing while Patty 
was at Dame White’s? 

Why did Patty feel bad when she could not find 
her pie? What did Patty’s father say about the 
Indian boy stealing the pie? Did Kiwana know 
better? Why not? What was Patty doing when 
Kiwana came the next day? What did he bring? 
What did he do? Why do you think he did this? 
Do you think he meant to be honest? 

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A RIDDLE 

There were six little men 
In a little green boat, 

They were all round and fat, 

And each wore a green coat. 

They grew in the garden. 

Upon a green vine. 

And boys and girls like them 
Whenever they dine! 

Peas-in-the-pods. 

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SPRING 

Now the Spring comes creeping, creeping, 
And the things that have been sleeping 
Arise and waken slowly from their long, 
long winter’s nap. 

And the buds are growing, growing. 

And the icy streams are flowing; 

And the woodpecker is sounding forth his 
“Tap, tap, tap!’’ 

For the Spring is coming, coming; 

And the bees will soon be humming. 

As they quiver here and there among the tall 
and fragrant grass. 

And the sun is warmer glowing; 

And the flowers will soon be blowing 
O’er the woodland, hill, and meadow where 
you pass. 

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SPARKLE 


Sparkle was a raindrop that lived up on 
the edge of a big gray cloud. Numbers of 
other raindrops lived there, too, and what a 
happy time they had winking and twinkling 
and reflecting the bright rays of the sun in 
beautiful prismatic colors! 

One day the Gray Cloud said, “There are 
too many raindrops here. Some of you must 
go down to the earth and freshen up the 
flowers. You, Sparkle, may go first.” 

“Oh, I don’t want to go,” cried Sparkle. “I 
like it here, and I am afraid to fall. It is so 
far down to the earth.” 

“For shame. Sparkle,” said the Cloud. 
“The others are not afraid to go. Just look 
at them waiting for the Thunder to call 
them!” 

“I am such a little raindrop,” said Sparkle. 
“Please let me stay with you until I grow 
larger, then I will not be afraid to fall!” 

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But the Gray Cloud gently shook her 
shoulders. 

“You are large enough, Sparkle; and 
when the Thunder calls, you must go. The 
large raindrops must leave and make room 
for the smaller ones to grow. I cannot keep 
you all, and besides the thirsty earth needs 
you.” 

Then came the loud voice of the Thunder. 
“Come, come,” it boomed. 

The Cloud fluttered. “Good-by, my 
dears,” she called to the raindrops. 

Down, down went the raindrops. Sparkle 
falling with them. The air was cool, and 
Sparkle began to enjoy her descent to the 
earth. The Sun came out; and looking over 
to the east. Sparkle saw a great half circle 
of raindrops, some dressed in red, some in 
orange, some in yellow, others in green, 
blue, and violet. 

“How pretty they are,” thought Sparkle. 
“I wish I were with them. I wonder where 
I am going?” 


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Just then Sparkle saw beneath her a gar¬ 
den full of beautiful flowers. The wind 
blew softly, and Sparkle fell right into the 
heart of a beautiful pink. Its spicy fra¬ 
grance scented the air all around it. 

“What a beautiful place to rest,” said 
Sparkle, and she nestled closely in the pink. 
The sun shone out, and Sparkle twinkled 
like a diamond. 

A little girl came running down the gar¬ 
den path. “How lovely it is after the 
shower!” she said. “How fresh all the 
flowers look!” 

She ran down the path until she came to 
the place where the pink grew. “What a 
lovely flower,” she cried, “I am going to pick 
it,” and she plucked the rosy pink with 
Sparkle nestling in its fragrant heart. 

“I know what I will do with it,” said the 
little girl, “I will take it to poor sick Anna. 
Mother will give me a glass of jelly and some 
oranges for her, too.” 

So she took the pink and the good things 
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to the room where little Anna lay upon her 
bed. Anna’s eyes brightened when she saw 
the jelly and oranges; but when she saw the 
beautiful pink, she held out her thin little 



hand. “What a beautiful flower,” she said. 
“How cool and fresh it is!” and she pressed 
the pink to her lips. Sparkle, hiding in the 
pink, crept out a bit and kissed the lips of the 
sick child. 

“Put it in the glass of water on the table 
beside me,” said Anna. “It makes me so 
happy that I think I will soon be well,” she 
smiled. 

Sparkle stayed in the beautiful pink and 
kept it fresh; and at night when the flower 
was taken from the room, and Sparkle felt 
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herself becoming lighter and lighter. She 
could not stay, and she floated away up and 
up until finally she found herself again a tiny 
raindrop sitting on the edge of a great, gray 
cloud. 

“I will never be afraid to fall to earth 
again. Gray Cloud,” she said. 

QUESTIONS 

Who was Sparkle? Where did she live? Who 
else lived there? What did they do? What does 
prismatic mean? Make a list of the rainbow 
colors. 

What did the Gray Cloud tell the raindrops? 
Did Sparkle want to go to the earth? Why not? 
What did the Gray Cloud tell her? Did Sparkle 
go with the other raindrops? What word tells 
us how the air felt? What does descent mean? 
What did Sparkle see in the east? What did 
Sparkle see below her? Where did Sparkle fall? 
What does fragrance mean? 

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THE THUNDER STORY 
I used to be frightened at thunder; 

It makes such a very loud roar 
When the lightning goes slant and zig- 
zaggy 

And the raindrops so swiftly down pour! 

But since I have heard this nice story, 

I am not a bit frightened, you see; 

I’ll tell you the story; now listen,— 

I will tell you as it was told me. 

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The rain is kept in a big wagon, 

Like a sprinkling cart, heavy and loud; 
And the Wind drives it up in the Sky-land, 
And over a high bridge of cloud. 

When a big wagon goes over bridges. 

You all know the noise that it makes. 

Why, the bridge timbers just creak and 
tremble. 

And the heavy bridge iron work just 
shakes! 

So the thunder noise is not surprising 
When the Rain Wagon, big and so loud. 
Goes rumbling over the bridges 

In Sky-land from black cloud to cloud. 


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IN THE MEADOW 

In the meadow the grass grows tall and 
green, 

And the wind sings a lullaby; 

And the bees hum there with a drowsy note, 
And the clouds float in the sky. 

And if you go to the meadow green. 

And look while the breezes pass; 

You will see the daisies and buttercups. 

And violets in the grass. 

In the meadow green on a bright spring day. 
Sweet tiny chirps are heard; 

And if you look in the grass, you’ll see 
The nest of a meadow bird. 

QUESTIONS 

What is a meadow? What is a lullaby? What 
does a “drowsy note” mean? 

Give the names of the flowers you will find in 
the meadow. 

What will you hear in the meadow on a spring 
day? 

What will you see there? 

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TOADSTOOLS 

Four little toadstools grew in the meadow, 
Four little toadstools, soft and white, 

Down in the swaying green grass of the 
meadow, 

Down by the daisies and violets bright. 

Oh, tell me truly, tell me fair. 

Is every toadstool a brown toad’s chair? 
Four little toadstools grew in the meadow, 
Taller and larger as the days passed by, 
Until they stood firmly, erect all together, 
With white toadstool tops pointing up to the 
sky. 

Oh, tell me truly, tell me plain, 

Are they toad’s umbrellas to keep off rain? 
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LUIS AND JUANITA 
Luis and Juanita are Mexican children. 
They live in Mexico, the land just south of 
ours. It is a very beautiful country with its 
broad plains, its deep valleys, and high snow¬ 
capped mountains. 


Luis and Juanita live in an adobe house 
on the side of a mountain. An adobe house 
is a house made of clay mud baked hard and 
gray by the sun. There is an adobe wall all 
around the house and inside the wall is a 
beautiful garden. Roses, tulips, poppies, 
oleanders, and ferns grow in the garden, and 
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honeysuckle and trumpet vines climb over 
the adobe wall. 

Every morning Luis and Juanita go out 
into the garden and pick great bunches of 
flowers. They tie them into bouquets, put 
them on trays, and go down to the railroad 
station. They wait there until the train 
comes in, and then they sell their bouquets 
to the passengers. 

The children have a little burro named 
Sancho. Do you know what a burro is? It 
is a little donkey. Sancho has soft gray hair 
like plush, a big head and long ears. He is 
small, but very strong. He has a red and 
yellow blanket, and he wears a bell around 
his neck. When he walks, the bell makes a 
pretty tinkling sound. Luis and Juanita 
like to ride on Sancho’s back. 

Every year there is a festival in the great 
city. Luis and Juanita had never been to the 
city, and oh, how they had longed to go! 

One day when the children were picking 
flowers in the garden, their mother called 
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them. They quickly ran to the house, and 
their mother said to them, “Uncle Pedro is 
going to the city. It is festival week. He 
says you may go with him if you like.” 

Luis and Juanita could hardly believe 
their ears,—the city! and festival week! It 
seemed too good to be true. They hurried 
to get ready. Luis put on his best brown 
trousers with the silver buttons, his new blue 
blouse, and his shiny leather belt. His brown 
eyes sparkled as he tied a red handkerchief 
around his neck. 

“Oh, Mother,” he cried, “may I wear 
Grandfather’s gold buckle on my hat?” 

His mother smiled and shook her head. 
“It is too fine a buckle for a little boy to 
wear,” she said. “Besides, you might lose it; 
and it is a very beautiful old buckle. Grand¬ 
father has had it for many, many years.” 

“Yes,—but Mother,—I would be so care¬ 
ful of it; and think how pretty it would look 
on my fine new hat!” 

“Well,” said his mother, “I know you will 
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be very careful of it, and of course every¬ 
body dresses up to go to the festival,” and 
she went into the little bedroom and returned 
with the buckle. It was indeed a beautiful 
buckle of carved gold, and in it was set a 
great sparkling stone. She fastened it on the 
band of Luis’ big sombrero. 

“Now be very careful of it, Luis,” she said. 
“I would feel very sad indeed if anything 
happened to Grandfather’s buckle. It will 
be yours to keep when you are a man.” 

“Oh, never fear. Mother,” cried Luis, 
“I’ll take good care of it. Just see how 
pretty it looks!” 

“Yes, dear, it does look pretty. Come, 
Juanita, are you ready?” 

“Yes,” said Juanita, coming into the room. 
She looked like a bright little flower in her 
blue skirt, red blouse, white kerchief, and 
her gay yellow silk handkerchief on her 
head. 

Little Sancho was brought in from the 
roadside. His yellow and red blanket was 
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shaken and laid smoothly on his back, a 
bridle was slipped over his head, and he was 
ready. The children were to ride on his back 
and jog along down the mountain after 
Uncle Pedro. When they were ready to 
start, their mother gave each of them a bag 
of corn cakes—“tortillas” she called them. 



“It is a long time until noon,” she said, 
“and you may get hungry on the road.” 

How happy Juanita and Luis were! the 
sun shone hot on the mountain side, and 
flowers bloomed all along the trail. After 
they had traveled for some time, they came 
to a spring bubbling out of a rock. How 
good the cold water was and how they all en¬ 
joyed it! 

By and by they came to the city. What a 
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gay place! Flags were fluttering, and 
streamers of bunting decorated the build¬ 
ings; bands were playing, bells were ring¬ 
ing; and people—people everywhere—gaily 
dressed people were laughing, talking, and 
eating sweets. Luis and Juanita had never 
seen the like. 

Uncle Pedro turned little Sancho into the 
public corral where many other burros were 
tied to the corral bars. Then he took Luis 
and Juanita into the public square where 
much merry making was going on. “Sit 
here,” said he, “and wait until I come back.” 

Luis and Juanita gladly obeyed. There 
were such crowds of people. The children 
were a little big frightened, and they sat close 
together and held each other’s hands. 

After they had sat there a while, along 
came a man with a dancing bear. What 
funny tricks the bear could do, and how they 
laughed when he danced in his clumsy way! 
The man moved on. Both children jumped 
up, and before they knew it, they were fol- 
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lowing the man and the bear. Other chil¬ 
dren were following, too, some of them 
carrying long sticks of brown candy, some 
of them shaking tambourines or blowing on 
tin whistles. They passed a booth bright 
with beads and glittering trinkets. “Oh, 
Luis,” cried Juanita, “I want to buy some 
blue beads to take to Mother!” 

Juanita went into the booth to buy the 
beads, and Luis stood watching the antics 
of the bear. The man stopped his song and 
led the bear through a narrow opening be¬ 
tween two buildings. Luis followed him. 
When they reached the end of the passage, 
the man suddenly turned and snatched from 
Luis’ head his new hat with the shining 
buckle. He ran across the little court, pull¬ 
ing the bear by its chain, and quickly disap¬ 
peared through an alley way. It all hap¬ 
pened so quickly, and Luis was so sur¬ 
prised and startled that he stood still 
staring after the man. Then, “Oh, my 
hat! my hat!” he cried. “And my grand- 
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father’s buckle! Oh, what shall I do? What 
shall I do?” 

He ran across the court and into the alley, 
but the man and the bear were nowhere to 
be seen. Luis ran down the alley, looking 
this way and that. Then sadly he retraced 
his steps. His fine new hat and the buckle 
were gone! What would his mother say? 
And he had promised her he would be so 
careful! Tears welled up in his brown eyes. 
He went back to the booth where Juanita 
stood anxiously looking for him. 

“I bought such a pretty string of beads,” 
she said; then, “Why, Luis, where is your 
hat?” 


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“That wicked bear man snatched it and 
ran off,” said Luis, with the tears streaming 
down his face. 

Poor Juanita cried, too, and hand in hand 
they turned sadly to go back to the place 
where Uncle Pedro had seated them in the 
park. Luis paused uncertainly. He looked 
this way and that. 

“Oh, Luis,” quavered Juanita, “are we 
lost?” 

“Oh, no,” answered Luis bravely, “we’ll 
see if this is the way,” and hand in hand they 
turned a corner and went down the street. 

No,—this certainly was not the way. Oh, 
what were they to do? Uncle Pedro would 
come to get them, and what would he think? 
Oh, why hadn’t they stayed where he told 
them? 

Juanita began to cry softly. It was late 
afternoon, and the sun was getting low. 
They came to the doorway of a church and 
sat down in the niche. Far away on some 
other street they could hear the bands play- 
[ 142 ] 


ing and the merry jingle of bells. Suddenly 
they were both very tired and very hungry. 

“We’ll rest here and eat our tortillas,” said 
Luis, “and then we’ll see if we can find that 
place.” 

So they ate their corn cakes and leaned 
against the rough wall; and before they 
knew it, they were fast asleep. When they 
awoke, the moon was shining, making queer 
little shadows on the street. Far away came 
the sound of music, bells, and laughter. 

“Come, Juanita,” said Luis. “We must 
go and see if we can find Uncle Pedro,” and 
he pulled his little sister to her feet. Juanita 
put her hand in his, and they went down the 
street. 

They turned a corner and suddenly they 
found themselves in the square. It was 
crowded with people all having the gayest 
time imaginable! There were colored lan¬ 
terns and moving pictures on the wall of a 
large building. Boys and girls ran here and 
there throwing confetti and tickling people 
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with bunches of feathers tied on the end of a 
stick. Poor little Luis and Juanita stood 
still, and the crowd surged around them. 
They were jostled here and there, but they 
still held each other’s hands. A big boy and 
a girl ran by them. The girl threw a huge 
handful of confetti all over Luis and the boy 
thrust his “tickler” in Juanita’s face. 

“I don’t like it here,” wailed Juanita, “I 
want to go home! I want to go home!” 

Luis wanted to cry, too,—^wasn’t he tired 
and frightened, and hadn’t he lost his best 
hat and Grandfather’s precious buckle?— 
But he was a boy, and boys must be brave; 
and besides, he had to take care of Juanita. 
Suddenly he saw a man that looked like 
Uncle Pedro. He pulled Juanita after him, 
but when they came up to the man, they saw 
that it was not their uncle. Luis looked 
quickly about him. 

“Over there past that yellow building was 
where Uncle Pedro left Sancho. Let’s go 
over there,” said he. 

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So the two tired and frightened children 
straggled across the street and up past the 
yellow building. Yes, there was the corral; 
and oh, joy! there was their own dear little 
Sancho I Juanita ran to him and buried her 
face in his shaggy coat. 

“Sancho knows the way home! He’ll take 
us home,” said little Juanita happily. “Let 
him out, Luis, and let’s go home. We can’t 
stay here all night.” 

So Luis let down the bar and led Sancho 
out, and both children mounted his back. 
Sancho flopped his big ears this way and 
that, then turned about and trotted up the 
street. Luis wondered if Sancho really did 
know the way home, but Juanita was very 
certain about it. And Sancho seemed very 
certain himself, for he trotted on; and soon 
they were in the outskirts of the city and were 
starting on the trail up the mountain. 

It was light, for the great yellow moon 
shone as bright as day. Up the trail went lit¬ 
tle sure-footed Sancho, and an hour past 
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midnight two tired little people tumbled off 
his back in front of the adobe house. 

“Mother, Mother,”- cried Juanita, and 
“Mother, Mother,” called Luis with a sob in 
his voice. “Oh, Mother, I lost Grandfather’s 
buckle and my fine new hat!” 



“A bad bear man snatched Luis’ hat and 
ran away with it,” said Juanita. “Oh, 
Mother, we are so glad to get home! We 
were lost in the city and we couldn’t find 
Uncle Pedro, but we found Sancho, and he 
brought us home!” 

“We would have been lost yet, if it hadn’t 
been for Sancho,” said Luis soberly. 

Their mother quickly took them in and 
helped them take off their holiday clothes, 
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now all dusty and wrinkled. She looked at 
their sorrowful, woe-begone little faces. 

“Luis couldn’t help it, Mother,” said 
Juanita with quivering lips, and Luis cried 
softly and wiped his eyes on his gay red 
handkerchief. 

“Never mind, dears. I’m very sorry, of 
course; but perhaps it was Mother’s fault for 
letting a little boy wear such a fine buckle,” 
said their mother. 

“Don’t cry, Luis, you can tell Mother all 
about it in the morning. In the meantime, I 
am very grateful to little Sancho for bring¬ 
ing my children safely home,” and she 
patted the furry head of the little burro, who 
solemnly wagged his long ears to and fro. 

QUESTIONS 

Where is Mexico? What is an adobe house? 
Name the flowers that grew in the garden. What 
did the Mexican children do with the flowers? 
What is a burro? What was the burro’s name? 
What did he wear on his back? Around his neck? 

What was their uncle’s name? Where was he 
going? What was going on in the city? What 
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things of his own did Luis wear? What did he 
borrow to wear? Whose was it? How was 
Juanita dressed? How did the children travel to 
the city? What did their mother give them for 
a lunch? What name did she call them? What 
is meant by the trail? 

Describe how the city looked and what the 
people were doing. Where did Uncle Pedro put 
Sancho? What is a corral? What is confetti? 
What are tambourines? What did Juanita buy 
for her mother? What did the bear man do? 
How did Luis feel? Did he get his hat again? 
Why did he feel so bad? Whose buckle was it? 
Why couldn’t the children find the place where 
their uncle had told them to stay? What did 
they do? 

Describe night at the festival. What was going 
on? Did the children like it? How did they 
feel? Why didn’t Luis cry? Where did they find 
Sancho? Did Sancho really know the way home? 
Was it dark on the mountain trail? Why not? 
Did they get home safely? What did the children 
tell their mother? What did she say? Did she 
scold them? Why do you think she did not? 


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THE PUSSIES 

There are some pussies by the brook, 
They’re small and soft and gray, 
And when the wind blows by their 
nook. 

They gently nod and sway. 

They never run or jump or play. 
They never mew or sneeze. 
They’re only pussy willow buds 
On pussy willow trees! 

QUESTIONS 

What is a brook? What does nook mean? 
Can you draw a spray of pussy willows? 
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GEMMA’S LETTER 

Gemma was a little American girl who 
went with her father and mother on a trip to 
Japan. After she had been there for some 
time, she wrote a letter to her little friend 
Louise, telling her of the strange country, 
the quaint little people, and their curious 
customs. Would you like to read her letter? 
Here it is: 

Dear Louise: 

You will be surprised I know when I tell 
you that the houses in Japan are made of 
paper, rice straw and bamboo. The sides of 
the houses are like our porch screens. They 
can roll up and down. The Japanese roll 
them up in the daytime and let them down at 
night. 

I have become acquainted with a little 
Japanese girl. Her name is Yuki, and she is 
very pretty. She wears a flowered silk 
kimono with a sash tied under her arms. She 
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calls her sash her “obi.” Yuki has a pretty 
paper parasol, and Mother bought me one, 
too. Yuki and I take our parasols and walk 
in the garden. 

The garden is a beautiful place. It is full 
of lovely flowers, and there are many cherry 
and plum trees. There is a pond in the gar¬ 
den, and this pond is full of gold fish. There 
are lotus flowers and lilies growing on the 
edge of the water. Yuki and I go down 
every day and feed the gold fish and the love 
birds. The love birds are the prettiest little 
green and yellow birds you ever saw. 

The Japanese take off their shoes when 
they go into a house, and they have no beds 
like ours. They sleep on soft quilts spread 
out on the floor. Their pillows are blocks 
of wood. There are no chairs in a Japanese 
house. Everybody sits on the floor. 

Oh, Louise, I wish you could see the Jap¬ 
anese toys! Many of them are made of 
paper. The kites are especially wonderful. 
They are of all sizes, shapes, and colors,— 
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great golden butterflies, flowers, big birds, 
animals, and fierce-looking dragons! 

Yuki came the other day with her jinrick¬ 
sha and her funny little jinricksha man. 
She asked me to go for a ride. A jinricksha 



is a light two-wheeled cart or carriage. It is 
pulled, not by a horse or a donkey as one 
might suppose, but by a little brown man, 
wearing a loose blue cotton suit and straw 
sandals. These little men are so used to trav¬ 
eling over the hard roads that they trot 
almost as fast as a pony. 

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We had a fine ride. Yuki pointed out the 
rice fields to me, and we saw the people out 
in the sun picking the leaves of the tea plant. 
Tea is the chief drink of the Japanese, and 
rice is their chief food. 

We went into the city and stopped at a 
gaily decorated booth. Yuki said, 

“Come, let us get out and hear the man 
tell a story.” 

I went with Yuki, and we sat down and 
listened to the man. I could not understand 
a word he said, but Yuki said he told a story 
about three little monkeys who lived long 
ago in Nikko. One little monkey held his 
little paws over his ears so he would hear no 
evil things; the second little monkey held his 
little paws over his eyes so he would see no 
evil; and the third little monkey held his 
paws over his mouth so that he would speak 
no evil. 

Yuki said this story was in her story book. 
She has a very pretty story book, but she 
starts to read it at the back of the book and 
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reads up from the bottom of the page to the 
top! 

When I go to Yuki’s house, I take off my 
shoes. We sit on the floor, and her mother 
gives us rice cakes and tea and candied gin¬ 
ger, which is very good. 

Yuki and her brothers are very polite. 
Japanese children are said to be the most 
polite children in the world. Did you know 
that, Louise? And the Japanese babies 
hardly ever cry. Yuki has a very little baby 
brother, and I have never yet heard him cry. 
He is such a good baby and looks like a little 
doll. 

Yuki and I went to the park one day. On 
the way, we passed a show man. He was 
doing tricks for the people, and he made 
candy toys to sell. He had a blowpipe made 
of bamboo and a great dish of hot syrup 
bubbling on a little brazier or charcoal stove. 
I do not see how he did it; but with his blow¬ 
pipe and some of the hot syrup, he made the 
most wonderful candy toys which he sold to 
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the boys and girls. He blew a big candy 
fish for Yuki’s little brother. He blew a 
candy bird sitting on a candy nest for Yuki, 
and he blew a big yellow butterfly for me. 
The things looked too pretty to eat; but we 
finally did eat them, and they were very 
good, too. 



Just now the plum and cherry trees are all 
in blossom, and it is a holiday time in Japan. 
All the people march out to the orchards 
carrying paper lanterns and fans and para¬ 
sols. They take their lunch with them and 
stay all day. The Japanese children have 
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pockets in the long sleeves of their loose 
robes, and they fill these pockets with rice 
cakes and sweet-meats. 

At night the people light their lanterns 
and march home singing songs about the 
plum and cherry blossoms. 

Japan is sometimes called the “Sunrise 
Land.” The flag of Japan is white with a 
red sun and its rays upon it. 

From where we are staying we can see 
Fuji-Yami, the highest and most beautiful 
mountain in all Japan. Its top is always 
covered with snow; and when the sun shines 
on it, the mountain seems to turn all sorts of 
beautiful colors, pink and yellow and even 
a lovely purple and lavender and green. It 
is called the Sacred Mountain, and many of 
the Japanese people worship it. In nearly 
every Japanese picture one can see this beau¬ 
tiful mountain for the Japanese people love 
it so much. 

This is a long letter, dear Louise; but 
Japan, its people, and their customs are so 
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interesting to me. I wish you were here to 
enjoy it with me. You must plan to come 
some day. 

With much love from your friend, 

Gemma. 


QUESTIONS 

Who was Gemma? Where did she go? Who 
went with her? Where is Japan? To whom did 
she write a letter? Describe the houses in Japan. 
What was the name of Gemma’s Japanese friend? 
What was her gown called? Her sash? What 
did Gemma’s mother buy her? Tell about Yuki’s 
garden. What color.are the love birds? Where 
do the Japanese sleep? How are their beds dif¬ 
ferent from ours? Where do the Japanese people 
sit? Of what are many of the Japanese toys made? 
What is a dragon? Can you make a picture of 
one? What is a jinricksha? What did Gemma 
see on her ride? What is tea? What is rice? 
What story did the Japanese man tell the children? 

How does Yuki read her book? What does 
Gemma do when she goes into Yuki’s house? 
What did Yuki’s mother give them to eat? What 
did the candy man make for Yuki’s little brother? 
What did he make for Yuki and Gemma? 

What do the Japanese people do in cherry and 
plum blossom time? 


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THE TULIP 

Down in the earth a rough little bulb 
Lay sleeping, lay sleeping; 

All through the winter the little brown bulb 
Lay sleeping, lay sleeping. 

But when the warm winds of the springtime 
blew. 

The brown bulb burst; for well it knew 
That the sun shone warm and the sky was 
blue,— 

’Twas springtime, ’twas springtime! 

So up came two little leaves of green. 

Just growing, just growing; 

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And a tiny stem and a bud were seen, 

Just growing, just growing. 

And the bud burst open one fine spring day. 
And out peeped a tulip so bright and gay; 
And it nodded its head in a jolly way, 

’Twas springtime, ’twas springtime! 

QUESTIONS 

What is a bulb? How does it look? What did 
it do all winter? What happened in the spring? 

What kind of a bulb was it? What kind of a 
flower do you think it had?* Can you make a pic¬ 
ture of it and color it? 


THE TULIP CUPS 

Night filled the cups of the tulips. 
The red, the yellow, the pink. 
All brimming full of sparkling dew 
For the thirsty Sun to drink! 
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THE DISOBEDIENCE OF IKEY JACOB 

Ikey Jacob was a little white dog that 
lived with his mother Trixie on the side of a 
high, high hill. They had a nice little cot¬ 
tage surrounded by a neat white fence. Back 
of the cottage was their garden, where the 
paths all sloped up because it was on the hill¬ 
side. 

Mother Trixie was a very neat house¬ 
keeper, and everything about her was spick 
and span. She scrubbed Ikey Jacob every 
day until his coat was as white as snow, but 
I am sorry to say that Ikey Jacob did not like 
this very well. He said he never could have 
a good time rolling and tumbling in the road 
with his friends the Brown dogs, who lived 
down the road; for just as soon as he came 
home with a dirty coat. Mother Trixie was 
sure to wash him, even if he had had five 
baths that day! He said he wished he had a 
black coat or a brown coat, or even a gray 
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coat, for then Mother Trixie couldn’t see 
the dirt and dust on him. 

“You must be neat and clean, Ikey Jacob,” 
said Mother Trixie; “or Madam Furry will 
never let you play with her little grand¬ 
daughters, Tootsie and Katesy.” 



“I don’t like Tootsie and Katesy,” grum¬ 
bled naughty Ikey Jacob. “They’re nothing 
but horrid little kittens, and they are afraid 
of every other dog but me.” 

“I should think you would be glad of that, 
Ikey Jacob; for it shows that you are a nice, 
clean, well-brought-up little dog, and would 
never do anything rude. Come here and let 
me brush up your ears; so you may take this 
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nice basket of grapes and pail of cream to 
Madam Furry. If you like, you may stay 
awhile and play with Tootsie and Katesy,” 
and as his mother spoke, she carefully 
brushed up Ikey Jacob’s ears and smoothed 
down his little pointed nose. 

“Now, Ikey Jacob,” said his mother, as 
she gave him the basket and the pail, “I hear 
that a family of fierce wolves has moved over 
on the hill, and that they have several rough 
cubs. If you should happen to meet any of 
them on the road—for I hear that they roam 
about everywhere—do not speak to them, 
but hurry on to Madam Furry’s; for if you 
should fall in with them, goodness knows 
what might happen to you!” 

So she bade him goodby and sent him on 
his way down the road to Madam Furry’s. 

Now just the day before when Ikey Jacob 
had been cutting corn away up on the hill at 
the end of the cornfield, he had spied three 
dusty-looking wolf-cubs looking at him 
from behind a huge rock. He knew they 
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belonged to the fierce Wolf family, who had 
just moved into Mr. Bear’s old den on the 
other side of the hill; so he pretended not to 
see them and went on cutting his corn. But 
he could not help hearing what they said, as 
they were talking about him. 

One of them (the one with the nip out of 
his ear, and whose name was Snuffie) said in 
a loud tone that he didn’t like white coats; 
that they always made him think of old 
Grannie Goose, who always wore one; and 
that white coats were only for old geese, cats, 
and babies anyway! 

And then Tuffie, the long-tailed one, 
smiled wickedly and said that he’d better 
believe no one could make him stay in the 
field and cut corn when he could have such 
a nice time jumping around on the rocks 
and chasing rabbits; and Huffie (who had 
one blue eye and one brown eye) switched 
his stubby tail and grumbled aloud—loud 
enough for Ikey Jacob to hear—that he felt 
sorry for any poor little white dog that had 
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such a cruel mother that made him work so 
hard and keep so clean. 

Then they all came a little nearer and 
peeped at Ikey Jacob through the fence, and 
said “Hello!” and Ikey, feeling very much 
abused, pulled up a whole corn-plant by the 
roots and said “Hello” back to them. 

Then the little wolves poked their noses 
through the fence and invited Ikey Jacob to 
come and play with them; and although 
Ikey Jacob knew that his mother would not 
like it, he threw down his basket of corn, ran 
under the fence and away off up the hill to 
the rocks, where he played all the afternoon 
with the rough and dirty little wolves. 

“Come up and play with us tomorrow,” 
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said SnufBe when it was time to go home, 
“and we’ll have a better time than we had 
today.” 

So all the next day Ikey Jacob had been 
planning a way by which he might go to 
play with Snuffie, Tuffie and Huffie Wolf. 
And when Mother Trixie sent him on the 
errand to Madam Furry’s, he could hardly 
conceal his delight. In his naughty little 
heart he resolved to take the grapes and 
cream to Madam Furry, and then run off and 
play with the wolves. 

He hurried as fast as he could down the 
road, so fast indeed that a big bunch of 
grapes fell off the top of the basket, and the 
cream slopped over the sides of the pail; but 
Ikey ran on and didn’t care. 

Near Madam Furry’s house there was an 
old stone wall, and back of it Ikey could see 
Snuffie, Huffie, and Tuffie waiting for him. 
He hurriedly handed the pail and basket to 
Madam Furry, and then, not waiting for her 
thanks, ran away to join the little wolves. 

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But he did not see little Katesy Kitten by 
the wall; and as he jumped over and started 
to go away with Snuffie, Huffie, and Tuffie, 
Katesy called in her sharp little voice, “Why 
Ikey Jacob, where are you going? Who 
are those rough things with you? I m go¬ 
ing to go right now and tell your mother!” 
and Katesy started to run along the wall to 
go and tell Ikey Jacob’s mother. 

Ikey Jacob stopped. He did not want 
Katesy Kitten to tell his mother, but he did 
want to go and play with the Wolf cubs. 

“I’ll tell you what,” said Snuffie quickly, 
“we’ll have to take Katesy, too. Then she 
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can’t tell your mother, and you can come 
with us. We’ll take her up to our house and 
tie her up so she can’t run away.” 

“Oh, that will be nice,” said Ikey Jacob, 
for he disliked Katesy even more than he did 
her sister. Tootsie, for Katesy had once 
scratched him, and she was always making 
faces and sticking out her tongue at him be¬ 
hind her grandmother’s back. So he said: 
“Hurry, Tuffie, and catch her before she gets 
away!” 

So Tuffie hurried and caught little 
Katesy. She kicked and bit and scratched 
with her sharp little claws; but Tuffie’s skin 
was tough (like the sound of his name), and 
he did not mind. 

Just then Snuffie spied an old potato sack 
back of Madam Furry’s barn. He ran and 
picked it up, and he and Tuffie and Huffie 
and Ikey pushed poor little Katesy into it, 
and tied up the top. Then Huffie threw the 
bag, Katesy and all, over his shoulder and 
away they all ran up the hill. 

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Ikey could see Katesy struggling in the 
bag, and he could hear her crying and mew¬ 
ing, but he did not care. He was glad she 
could not go and tell his mother, and he 
thought of what a nice time he would have 
on the hill-top with Huffie, Snuffie, and 
Tuffie. 

“I will stay till sun-down,” said naughty 
Ikey Jacob, as he went with the little wolves 
away over on the other side of the hill to their 
den. He had never been on this side of the 
hill before, and some way it did not seem 
quite as nice as he had thought it would be. 
The way was long and rough and the sharp 
stones hurt Ikey Jacob’s feet. Besides, it was 
very hot; and Katesy’s cries annoyed him. 
He wished that she were back at her grand- 
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mother’s with Tootsie. He was very thirsty 
and politely asked Snuffie where he could get 
a drink of water, but Snuffie only laughed 
rudely and pushed him so roughly that he 
fell and rolled away down the hill among 
some sharp stones. After a while they came 
to the den where Tuffie, Huffie, and Snuffie 
lived. 

Mrs. Wuffie Wolf, their mother, sat by the 
door of the den. She was such a mean-look¬ 
ing, untidy, fierce old wolf that Ikey Jacob’s 
heart sank within him, and he wished that 
he were safe in his mother’s cornfield on the 
other side of the hill. 

“What have you in the bag?” snarled Mrs. 
Wuffie Wolf, showing her teeth. 

“ ’Tis Katesy Kitten,” said Snuffie. “Her 
grandmother is that rich old Madam Furry 
who lives on the other side of the hill, and 
this little white dog is Ikey Jacob. We 
brought him up here to give him a good 
time,” and here Snuffie winked in an un¬ 
pleasant manner at his brothers. Poor Ikey 
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Jacob wished more than ever that he had 
minded his mother and had let the bad 
wolves alone. 

Mrs. Wuffie Wolf snatched the bag and 
dumped out poor little Katesy Kitten. Even 
Ikey Jacob felt sorry for her. Her pretty 
fur was all rumpled and matted, and her little 
three-cornered face was wet with tears. 

She tried to run by Mrs. Wuffie Wolf, but 
Mrs. Wuffie caught her, and with a stout 
rope, she tied Katesy tightly and fastened the 
end of the rope to a big iron ring in the roof 
of the den. 

“I shall keep her until her grandmother 
pays for her with a lamb,” said the wicked 
old wolf. 

“Come on, Ike,” shouted Huffie rudely, 
and the three cubs ran at Ikey Jacob and 
rolled him over and over on the sharp stones 
and the old white gnawed bones which lined 
the path up to their den. 

“Please don’t, Huffie,” said Ikey Jacob; 
“you hurt me!” But the cubs only laughed 
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and prodded him with branches that they 
had broken from a thorn-bush. 

“Come on, Snuff,” cried Tuffie, “let’s give 
him a brown coat!” And the three little 
wolves drove poor Ikey Jacob into a muddy 
spring, where they made him roll in the wet 
clay. 

Then, indeed, he did not look like Ikey 
Jacob at all. He began to feel very sorry for 
himself and also for poor little Katesy, whom 
he could see was entirely at the mercy of the 
old Mother Wolf. Besides, Ikey Jacob felt 
that it was his fault that poor Katesy had 
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been carried away to the wolves’ den, and 
he wondered what her grandmother would 
do to him when she found it out. 

He remembered what his mother had 
taught him about being polite, and he tried 
to be polite to Huffie, Tuffie, and Snuffie, but 
they knew nothing of politeness, and only 
laughed louder and prodded him more with 
their sharp sticks. 

Finally they drove him away up on the top 
of the hill. Tuffie threw a big stone and 
cruelly hurt Ikey Jacob’s leg, so that he cried 
pitifully and limped along, leaving little 
bloody drops behind him at every step. 

“We’re going to tie you here until we go 
and eat our supper; then we’ll come back 
and have some more fun with you, said 
Huffie. So they tied Ikey Jacob with a stout 
rope about a big rock. 

“Oh, please, please let me go,” begged 
Ikey Jacob, “and I will give you my silver 
collar!” 

“You’ll give me the silver collar, indeed!” 

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jeered Tuffie. “Why, I was just going to ^ 
take it!” and he fell upon Ikey and roughly 
pulled off the pretty silver collar. 

“It’s too small to go around my neck,” said 
Tuffie, “but I’ll wear it for an ear-ring on my 
ear.” But Snuffie, who had a nip out of his 
ear, declared that the collar should be his, as 
it would fit his ear much better. So he and 
Tuffie had a terrible fight, in which Snuffie 
was victorious, and he ran off with Ikey 
Jacob’s pretty silver collar dangling from his 
nicked ear. 

“I’ve set the eagles to watch you,” said 
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Huffie sternly, “so you’d better not try to get 
away,” and he pointed to five big, ungainly 
birds staggering around on the edge of the 
hill, uttering hoarse cries. 

Ikey Jacob’s heart turned cold within him. 
These were the very eagles Mother Trixie 
had warned him about many and many a 
time when he had wanted to go up to the top 
of the hill. 

Then off ran Huffie and Snuffie and Tuf- 
fie, and Ikey Jacob was left alone. He cried 
quietly to himself, for he was afraid of the 
terrible buzzards who were very unclean 
and would often come stumbling up near 
him. It was getting dark, too, and the hill 
was shadowy and black and lonely. 

“I must get away. I must get away before 
those bad wolves come back,” thought Ikey 
Jacob desperately. 

So he twisted and pulled and gnawed. 
Finally he did succeed in breaking the rope, 
but he could not untie the piece that was 
around his lame leg. 

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“How will I ever get away so that those 
terrible eagles will not see me?” thought 
poor little mud-covered Ikey. 

He lay quietly, watching them. He 
noticed that they seemed sleepy, for with 
drooping heads, they stood first on one foot, 
then on the other. Ikey Jacob lay very still, 
hardly daring to breathe. Then, when they 
were not looking, he crept out a little way. 
Then he lay still for a while and crept a bit 
further. In this way he went on, and by the 
time he had reached the shadow of a big 
rock, the eagles were all asleep, swaying to 
and fro. 

Ikey Jacob’s tongue was dry, and his foot 
hurt him badly; and when he thought of the 
long dark way down the hill to his dear home 
and Mother Trixie, poor little Ikey Jacob 
could hardly keep from crying aloud. But 
he remembered the fierce eagles, and he 
dared not make a sound, for anything might 
awaken them. So he tried not to think of 
his pain and crept on a little at a time. 

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Once when he was crawling over a heap 
of stones, he was sure that he heard Huffie 
and Snufhe and Tuffie searching for him. So 
he lay very still in the dark shadow of a 
thorn-bush. The rustling noise stopped; 
then Ikey heard it again, and also a little 
whine and mew, as a lot of stones rattled 
down the hill, quite as if someone had 
stepped on them and slipped. Ikey Jacob 
peeped out cautiously. He could see a little 
furry ball of something creeping along. 

^ “Katesy,” he whispered softly, “Katesy, is 
it you?” And a little frightened voice 
answered, “Oh, Ikey Jacob, Ikey Jacob, let 
us hurry and run home as fast as we can, be¬ 
fore those fierce wolves find that we are 
gone! Mrs. Wuffie Wolf caught a young 
goat, and they are all up in the den eating 
it!” said Katesy. “I scratched and bit my 
rope apart; and when they were not looking, 
I ran away. Come, come, Ikey, let us 
hurry!” 

“I cannot hurry,” said Ikey sadly. 

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“Tuffie threw a big stone and hurt my foot; 
and there is a piece of rope tied around it 
which catches on all the stones and bushesJ 
You go on, Katesy, and I’ll come after youJ 
Hurry up now, for Mother Tuffie may come' 
for you any minute!” 



“Fll not go and leave you,” said good little 
Katesy, and Ikey Jacob felt ashamed of 
himself as he remembered the mean things 
he had thought and said of Katesy. He felt 
even more ashamed when Katesy bit and 
scratched the rope off his lame leg and 
helped him to go on over the stones. 

“You have such a good nose, Ikey Jacob,” 
said Katesy, “that you must lead the way, and 
I will help you on. You know I can see in 
the dark.” 


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So stumbling and creeping and crawling, 
Ikey Jacob and Katesy finally found them¬ 
selves behind the stone wall near Madam 
Furry’s house. It was very late; for they 
heard the village clock beyond the meadow 
strike ten! Madam Furry’s house was 
brightly lighted, and everyone seemed to be 
up and looking for something or somebody. 

“They are hunting for you and me,” 
whispered Katesy. Then she pulled Ikey 
Jacob over the wall; and together they went 
up to Madam Furry’s front door, where 
Katesy’s grandmother welcomed her with 
joy. 

“But who is this with you?” asked Madam 
Furry. Just then Mother Trixie-came out 
from behind the door, with tears streaming 
down her face. “Oh, Katesy, did you see 
anything of Ikey Jacob?” she asked anx¬ 
iously. 

“I am Ikey Jacob,” said the poor little 
dog and, unbelievingly, they looked at him. 

“Ikey Jacob is white and wears a silver 
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collar,” said Mother Trixie, weeping. “Oh, 
I just know that those wicked wolves have 
enticed him away!” 

“This is Ikey Jacob,” said Katesy, “but 
the wicked wolves rolled him in the mud. 
That is why he is all brown and dirty. 
The wolves hurt him, and they hurt me, 
too,” and little Katesy began to cry. 

“Why, Katesy,” said her grandmother, 
“did you go to play with the wolves? I 
never knew you to disobey me before.” 

“I will tell you all about it,” said Ikey 
Jacob bravely, although he was very much 
frightened. 

They all knew now that it was really Ikey 
Jacob, in-spite of his mud-covered coat and 
bruised and swollen feet. “It was all my 
fault, and I’ll tell you all about it.” 

So Ikey Jacob told of his meeting and 
playing with the naughty cubs back of the 
cornfield, and of his disobeying his mother 
and going off with them that day, and how 
he helped them put poor little Katesy in the 
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potato sack. Then with tears they both told 
of the way the wolves had treated them and 
of their escape and the painful journey 
home. 

“Oh, Mother,” said Ikey Jacob, “if you 
will only forgive me and wash me clean, I 
will never disobey again, and I won’t tease 
Katesy and Tootsie any more, and I will 
work in the garden harder than I have ever 
worked before!” 

His mother and Madam Furry saw that 
he meant every word that he said, and so 
they both forgave him. Mother Trixie bor¬ 
rowed a wheelbarrow from Madam Furry 
and wheeled Ikey Jacob home, for he was 
very lame from the rock which Huffie had 
hurled at him. 

Then Mother Trixie put him in the bath¬ 
tub and washed him clean and white. She 
brushed up his ears, smoothed his little, cold, 
pointed nose and gave him a nice piece of 
liver for his supper—not because he had dis¬ 
obeyed, you understand, but because he was 
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truly sorry that he had not minded. Mother 
Trixie said that she thought he had been pun¬ 
ished enough. 

As for Mrs. Wuffie Wolf and HufRe and 
Tuffie and Snuffie, the farmers came and 
drove them all away, and they have never 
since been seen on the hillside. 



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THE SWISS CHILDREN 
Henri, Hedwig, and Seppi were Swiss 
children. They lived in a Swiss village in an 
Alpine valley. Their home was a pretty lit¬ 
tle cottage with a thatched roof. The cot¬ 
tage windows had many small panes of glass, 
and under each window was a box filled with 
gay flowers. The village where they lived 
was at the foot of a mountain, and all around 
towered the great peaks of the Alps, some of 
them always covered with snow. 

The good old grandfather, who lived with 
the children and their parents, often told 
them tales of the mountains and of the peo¬ 
ple who came from far away lands just to 
climb up the rough mountain sides. In his 
younger days grandfather had been a guide 
who led the mountain climbers on their way 
and showed them the places where they 
could best see the wonderful Swiss scenery. 
The three children went out on the green 
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mountain side every bright day and followed 
the sleek cows. Some of the cows had bells 
around their necks, and the bells tinkled 
musically in the clear air. 

There were goats on the mountain, too, 
and many a rough and tumble game did 
Henri have with big Billy who was the 
leader of the flock. 

Hedwig did not play much with the goats. 
She liked to go about and pick the gay flow¬ 
ers, while little Seppi chased the big butter¬ 
flies here and there in the mountain meadow. 

In the spring the family left the village 
and went up on the mountain to a small 
house where they were to live all summer. 
They took with them all the things they 
would need to make cheese, for it was to 
make cheese that they left the village and 
went up on the mountain side. When they 
went, they drove the cows before them to the 
upland pastures. All through the summer, 
they made cheeses, big and little. Grand¬ 
father, Henri, and Hedwig helped, but 
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Seppi was too little to help; so he just played 
all day long. 

Henri had a sharp knife, and grandfather 
showed him how to carve pretty things from 
wood—little baskets, candlesticks, spoons, 
forks, and pretty toys. Grandfather was an 
expert wood carver, and he made many beau¬ 
tiful things for the merchants in the city of 
Berne. Sometimes the two older children 
would go with their grandfather when he 
took his wood carvings to market. 

There are big bear pits in Berne, and in 
these pits there are many bears. The city of 
Berne takes its name and its coat of arms 
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from the bears. Most of these bears are 
quite tame and friendly. People are always 
watching them and usually they have some¬ 
thing for the bears to eat—a honey cake, 
sweetmeats, or a handful of nuts. 

One day while their grandfather was 
trading with the merchants, Hedwig and 
Henri spent their time at the bear pits watch¬ 
ing the bears. Just before they started on 
their climb up the mountain. Grandfather 
stopped at a shop and bought three little toy 
bears. One he gave to Hedwig, one to 
Henri, and the other he put in his pocket for 
little Seppi. 

“Grandfather, tell us a tale,” said Hedwig, 
as they sat in the shadow of a big rock rest¬ 
ing awhile before they continued on their 
way. 

“Yes,” said Henri, “tell us about when 
you were a little boy. Grandfather, and were 
lost on the mountain side.” 

“But you have heard that story so often, 
my children,” said the old man. 

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“Yes, but we like it better every time we 
hear it,” said they. 

“Well,” began the grandfather, and Henri 
and Hedwig settled themselves comfortably 
to listen. 

“My father was a guide,” continued 
Grandfather. “I remember well how gaily 
he set forth every day, carrying his knap¬ 
sack, his rope, and his alpenstock. When he 
came to the turn by the big rock, he would 
look back and wave his hat to my mother and 
me. How I longed for the time to come 
when I, too, could wear a hat with a cock’s 
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13 


feather and carry a rope and an alpenstock. 

“Finally, when I was a boy of twelve, 
sturdy and strong, my father said I might go 
with him up on the mountain. How happy 
I was! I had a new knapsack, a new rope, 
and a fine strong alpenstock. I felt quite 
grown up as I trudged by the side of my 
father. 



“Gradually the path became rough and 
steep. We could look down on the village. 
Then higher still, and we looked down upon 
the mountain pastures and the sheep. The 
path was rough and I was very tired. The 
air grew cold and a keen wind blew. 

“ ‘Wilhelm,’ said my father, ‘You are 
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tired, and there is a storm on the way. When 
we come to Werner’s hut, you may stay 
there, and I will go on and return for you 
later.’ 

“We soon came to Werner’s hut and my 
father made a fire in the little charcoal stove. 
Werner was not at home, and his fire had 
gone out. Then my father said goodby and 
went away and left me. 

“It was lonely in Werner’s little hut. After 
a while I ate the lunch that my good mother 
had given me, and I felt very much re¬ 
freshed. I was not tired now, and I decided 
to follow my father. He would soon be 
coming back, and I thought I would meet 
him on the mountain path. 

“With my coat buttoned snugly around 
me and my alpenstock in my hand, I care¬ 
fully shut the door of Werner’s little hut and 
set out upon the mountain. As I walked, I 
felt something upon my cheek. It was a 
snowflake. I looked up. The clouds were 
heavy and gray, and the air was full of 
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snow. Soon the path was covered. The 
snow came thicker and faster. I turned to 
go back to Werner’s hut, but the wind blew 
me about so that I lost all sense of direction. 
I could see nothing, for the snow blinded me, 
and it was getting dark. 

“I struggled on and on. My feet were so 
cold I could hardly walk. At last I could 
go no farther, and I sank down in the snow 
to rest awhile. Oh, how tired I was! I knew 
that I must not rest long, for the snow would 
soon cover me. I tried to rise; but the snow 
had drifted, and I could not gain a foothold. 
I sank back into the snow. A warm feeling 
came over me, and it seemed to me that I was 
at home in my little bed and falling fast 
asleep. 

“My next feeling was of something tug¬ 
ging at my big collar. I opened my eyes. 
Something big and shaggy stood over me. I 
was frightened. What was this furry beast 
that was pulling at me? A deep bark 
sounded over the snowy drifts. 

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“ ‘It’s the dog, the dog of the good monks!’ 
I thought, and was falling asleep again. 
Once more a tug on my coat, and I felt my¬ 
self being lifted and carried through the 
snow. A lantern flickered; then I fell asleep 
in earnest. 



“When I awoke, I found myself in the 
hospice of the good monks, who cared for 
me all night. In the morning my father 
came. He told me how the monks had sent 
out their dogs during the storm and how 
one of them had found me buried under a 
drift. He had tugged and pulled and 
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barked, and the good brothers had come and 
saved me/’ Grandfather paused. Hedwig 
and Henri sighed contentedly. 

‘‘That’s a good story,” said Hedwig. 
“The best of it is, it is true,” said Henri. 

Then the three. Grandfather, Henri, and 
Hedwig, picked up their baskets and bun¬ 
dles and trudged on up the path to the little 
house in the upland meadow, where Mother 
and little Seppi watched for their coming. 

QUESTIONS 

In what country do Swiss people live? What is 
a valley? What kind of a roof is a thatched roof? 
What do the Swiss guides do? What does the 
word “sleek” mean? Where did the Swiss family 
go in the spring? Why did they leave the village? 
How long did they stay? What is a pasture? 
What is an upland pasture? What things did 
Henri carve? Tell what you read about the city 
of Berne. What is a coat of arms? Has your state 
one? What is it like? What are sweetmeats? 
Tell in your own words the tale Grandfather told 
the children. What is an alpenstock? 


[ 192 ] 


THE STORY OF IRIS AND THE 
RAINBOW BRIDGE 

Long ago in the Far Away Time there 
lived a lovely little girl. Her name was 
Iris. Her father was the great shining Sun, 
and her mother was a daughter of the 



Ocean. Iris lived in the sky. She sailed on 
the soft white clouds. She rocked in the sil¬ 
ver boat of the moon, and the stars were her 
little playmates. 

The Ocean, who was her grandfather, 
loved Iris very dearly. Iris loved her grand- 
[ 193 ] 


father too. She liked to ride over the waves 
with him in his chariot of foam. She liked 
to race with him on the backs of the white 
horses of the sea. Her grandfather wanted 
her to come to the ocean and live with him. 

“No,” said her father, the Sun, “Iris be¬ 
longs to both the Sky and the Sea. I will tell 
you what we can do. Let us build a bridge 
from Sea to Sky. Over this bridge Iris can 
go. Part of the time she will live in the Sky, 
and part of the time she will be in the Sea. 
She can be a messenger and carry messages 
between the Sea and the Sky.” 

So the Sun and the Ocean decided to make 
a bridge. First they made a great arch from 
Sky to Sea. Over this bridge they spread a 
carpet made of raindrops. The Sun shone 
on the bridge and changed the raindrops 
into beautiful colors. The colors were red, 
orange, yellow, green, blue, and violet. 
Many and many a time did little Iris trip 
over the beautiful Rainbow Bridge. She 
was always made welcome whether she vis- 
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'M'T*! 


[ 195 ] 













ited in the Sky with her father or drove with 
her grandfather over the waves of the Sea. 

Iris was a little messenger. She carried 
news of the Sun and the Sky-land down to 
the depths of the Ocean. She carried mes¬ 
sages from the Ocean to her father, the Sun, 
for the Sun and the Ocean are friends, and 
both work together to benefit the world. 

Do you know that boys and girls can be 
messengers like little Iris? We can carry 
good messages to people. We must try to 
make people happy with our messages. We 
can be messengers of Truth, Love and Joy. 
Iris carried gifts with her messages. She 
carried raindrops for the flowers and sun¬ 
beams for the clouds. We can carry gifts 
with our messages too. We can carry kind 
thoughts and words. We can do kind deeds 
to help others. 

There’s a rainbow in the sky 
Curving up and up so high. 

And its colors are most beautiful to see; 

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They are red, orange and blue, 

Green and yellow, purple, too. 

Oh, the rainbow is a wond’rous sight 
to me! 

And the Sunbeam Fairies play 
With the Raindrops on the way. 

As they cross the gleaming arch so far 
on high; 

And there’s ne’er so fair a sight. 

After storms when all is bright 
As the Rainbow Bridge of Iris in the 
Sky! 

The Sun draws water from the ocean, the 
lakes, the rivers, the little streams and pools. 
He draws the water with his shining bright 
rays. He changes the water drops into 
vapor and he hides them in the clouds. 
When the clouds are full of vapor, the cool 
wind changes them back into water drops. 
Then they fall to the earth in rain. When 
the clouds are full of raindrops and the sun 
shines on them, the colors make a rainbow 
in the sky. 


[ 197 ] 


QUESTIONS 

Who was the mother of Iris? Who was her 
father? What is a chariot? What is a bridge? 
Do you know the names of any famous bridges? 
What is a messenger? How does the water get 
into the clouds? What is rain? What makes the 
rainbow? 





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GEOGRAPHY 

The best of all the books in school, 
I like geography; 

It tells of countries far away, 

And islands in the sea. 

It tells of cities, deserts, bays, 

Flat plains, and mountains, too; 

It tells of rivers, lakes and swamps. 
And icebergs cold and blue. 

It tells of people in the North, 

The Eskimos, you know; 

It tells of negroes in the South, 
Where cane and cotton grow. 

[ 199 ] 




It tells of red men, brown men, too. 
And of the fair-skinned man; 

It tells about the yellow folks 
In China and Japan. 

It tells where we get all our ore, 

Our coffee, rice and tea; 

It tells us other things that grow 
In lands across the sea. 

And so of all the books in school, 

I like geography. 

Because it tells so many things 
Of interest to me. 

QUESTIONS 

What is geography? What is a city? A desert? 
An island? A bay? A plain? A mountain? A 
sea? A river? A lake? A swamp? An iceberg? 
What do we call the people who live in the cold 
north? What is meant by cane? What is cotton? 
How is it used? What is ore? Name some uses 
for the different kinds of ore. What is coffee? 
What is rice? What is tea? Why did the child 
who tells this little story say he liked geography 
the “best of all the books in school”? 

[ 200 ] 



WHEN GEORGE WASHINGTON WROTE 
A LETTER 


When George Washington wrote a letter, 
boys and girls, on the table before him lay a 
piece of stiff parchment paper, a box with 
holes in the top, like a salt shaker, a sharp 
knife, a few goose quills, a horn containing 
ink, a ruler, a bit of linen thread, a candle in 
a brass candlestick, and a huge stick of red 
sealing wax. 

With the ruler, he made lines upon the 
paper; with the sharp knife, he cut pen 
points on the stiff goose quills. Then dip- 
[ 201 ] 




ping his quill pen in the thick black ink in 
the ink horn, he wrote his letter carefully and 
neatly. After the letter was written, he took 
up the box with the holes in the top and from 
it he sprinkled sand on his letter, for he had 
no blotter and the ink was thick. When the 
ink was dry, he blew or shook off the sand 
and folded his letter in a flat oblong, ad¬ 
dressed it, tied the linen thread around it, 
lighted his candle, held the stick of red wax 
in the blaze and sealed his letter with thick 
wax seals, for there were no envelopes in 
those days. 

This is quite a contrast, is it not, to 
our handsome boxes of writing paper and 
gummed envelopes, our fountain pens and 
our useful blotters? 

■RD 7 4 *, 

*• » Questions 

What kind of a pen did George Washington 
use? In what did he keep his ink? What did he 
use to dry or blot the ink? Did he use an envelope? 
How did he seal his letter? What do we use 
when we write a letter? How do our materials 
differ from those of George Washington? 

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